Well, I had a total BLAST in Denver last week. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, since it was a work trip and I would be spending the week with people I’d never met, but I am lucky to have a team full of really fun, awesome people who wanted to explore Denver as much as I did. In fact, we were so busy having fun, that I didn’t even get a chance to write any blog posts!
The week was full of laughs, drinks, late nights, new friendships, and a little work here and there.
Here are some pictures from my trip (sorry for some of the picture quality, they were all taken on my phone).
Denver, where even the airport terminal is cool….
And the office views are gorgeous….
And long-distance friends can meet up for dinner and drinks…
Where business professionals meet for important meetings…
And serious work gets done…
Where a quick half-hour drive will take you to some of the most breath-taking views….
And a famous amphitheater…
And a little park called Red Rocks can make your entire week…
Bye Denver! Hope to do it again soon!
So, I knew travel was a possibility when I was offered the promotion a couple of months ago, and it didn’t take long for the first trip to come up. Since my new team is spread out at offices across the country (I’m the only one from my team in my office location), they are bringing everyone to Denver next week for a week-long team meeting.
When I heard the news, my very first thought was how excited I was- I’ve always wanted to see Denver. It sounds like such a cool city, and I know the mountains we have here in NC are basically foothills compared to what they have out there. I work with people based out of the Denver office all the time, so I’m excited to meet them face-to-face and get to know everyone on my new team.
Then I started to think about L and how guilty I felt for being excited. Aren’t I supposed to be devastated that I’m leaving her for a week? Am I missing some sort of motherhood-attachment gene? I know a lot of moms who can barely stand the thought of leaving their kids overnight, let alone for a whole week. Why don’t I feel that way? If I already have a hard time leaving her for 40 hours a week and every second at home is precious to me, why am I okay with this?
Maybe being away from her during the week is the very reason it’s easier for me to take a trip like this. I’m used to spending time away from her. Life for our family has always been about balance. For me, balance means being a loving mom and having a successful career, even if I have to leave her for a couple of days every once in a while.
Luckily, with JD’s schedule, he has always played an equal part in taking care of her. I don’t have to worry about him knowing when/how much to feed her or what her bedtime routine is.
I’m just hoping she doesn’t change too much in those 5 days. You hear that, Loralai?! No walking or anything….
Over the past few weeks, work has been pretty stressful. I’ve been keeping busy transitioning from my old role to my new one, helping to get the new hires on my old team up to speed, training for the new team I’m supporting, and have had 2 major projects with quick turnaround times thrown into the mix. Nearly every day, I’ve come home with something to vent to JD about, and he’s been super supportive and a solid listener.
The thing is, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be complaining to JD about work. I mean, really, what do I know about work stress? Ultimately, it’s all about perspective, but sitting in an office dealing with an irate account manager is very different than chasing down a felon.
Honestly, how can I sit here and whine about insignificant work problems when JD is out in the world dealing with real problems? But, being the great hubby he is, he’s never thrown that in my face. I’ve never felt like I can’t vent to him about work, because I know he’s not going to turn around and tell me “Well some guy pulled a knife on me today, so I don’t wanna hear it.”
But sometimes I wonder how he can even take my work stories seriously.
A typical Jenny work story is something like “So they totally changed this process on us and didn’t tell us. So we sent this issue to team A but they sent it back and had to send it to team B. I was so irritated.”
A typical JD work story is “Well I started out the day by chasing down a suspect. I had to tackle him and wrestle with him to get him cuffed. Later, I had to pepper spray this guy on bath salts. Luckily, I didn’t get any on me because that really burned last time.”
Definitely not the same.