Today is finally Thursday, and I couldn’t be happier that the weekend is almost here! I’ve been counting down the days because I’ve got a girls’ weekend planned with Shelby and Deanne. We’re heading to Denton, Texas for their Halloween Spectacular, and from what I’ve seen on social media, it looks like an absolute blast! Most of the events are free, and everything has such a fun, festive vibe. I can already tell this is going to be one of those weekends filled with laughter, photo ops, and memories we’ll talk about for years.
The mornings have definitely turned cooler, and I’ve been needing a jacket to stay comfortable. Luckily, I bought my newest favorite jacket while passing through the Denver airport last month—what started as a souvenir has turned into a fall essential!
This week, I’ve been covering Shelby’s shift, which runs from 7:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., and let me just say—it’s been an adjustment. I’ve realized that I much prefer my regular 7:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. schedule. That extra half hour of sleep makes a big difference, especially since I am not a morning person. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. has been rough, and I’ve learned (once again) that I need at least eight solid hours of sleep to function properly.
Work itself was smoother today. The phone lines weren’t as busy, and I had several really pleasant conversations with members. Since my job involves retaining members, it can be challenging—especially when people call in upset or frustrated. Some days are definitely harder than others, but I do my best to deescalate situations and help members stay with us. My daily goal is 10 saves, though I always try to push for 12. On days like today, when everyone’s kind and understanding, it makes me truly appreciate what I do. And honestly, I owe a lot to my amazing manager, Sherry—without her encouragement and support, I don’t think I’d still be in this department.
After work, I came straight home, where Mr. C had a warm dinner waiting: stew and cornbread—the ultimate comfort food, especially on a cool, rainy evening. It instantly brought me back to my childhood, when a pot of stew simmering on the stove meant all was right with the world. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen and packed my lunch for tomorrow.
The weather’s turning stormy, with thunder rolling in and rain expected for the next several days. Mr. C joked that we might need a canoe for our trip to Texas this weekend—which honestly might not be far from the truth!
Now, as I wind down for the evening, I’m grateful for a calm night at home, good food, and something to look forward to. Sometimes, it’s those simple midweek moments that make everything feel just right.
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