The Long-Dreaded Return

Well, I am now into my first full week back to work after a four month sabbatical with Alan and I was right not to want to come back here. Nothing changed! It seems as if none of my work was done during my absence but instead it was swept under the rug to await my return. There has been one change that affects me: I have adopted a new responsibility, one that I have yet to receive any instructions on.

After further reflection, I have realized that although the work has remained relatively unchanged (and undone), many changes did take place while I was away. Some changes are obvious ones (like changing jobs and offices); most are not. The major changes are those subtle changes, undetectable to our conscience minds, hidden in the depths of our subconscious. Looking back, something seemed different the first time I flew in for a club meeting but at the time, I thought the perceived difference was a result of my change in vantage point and that things would be as it was upon my return but now I see these changes are here to stay.

The Canyon Creek Club, once a strong and exclusive club, is now in shambles taking away any fun and escape I may get at work. That club is now but an intricate weave stitching together the life fabric of a small group of people separating once again after only a brief moment together. A moment that was shared and enjoyed by those affected but like all of life’s great moments, its intricacy will never be recreated. The Canyon Creek Club may reform with my return or maybe a new club or association will replace the former one but no matter how determined we all are, the club will never be the same.

As I am trying to complete work from the four months I was away, keep up to date with current work, and continue to test changes and help to modify and cleanup a program, I will be trying to learn a new job (one which I want absolutely nothing to do with) while also trying to adapt to the subtle changes of a crumbling club and its members.