Right Path

I love my new job. I work with a great and diverse group of folks. an Uzbe­ki, a Russ­ian, an Indi­an, a Brit, and a 1st-gen­er­a­tion Amer­i­can whose par­ents came from Pales­tine. The work is also great. My boss­es also have their act togeth­er, pro­gres­sive skill-build­ing ini­tia­tives and just a gen­er­al under­stand­ing that when employ­ees are treat­ed like peo­ple they work well. It is such a switch from my old place, where I’ve heard of 4 addi­tion­al peo­ple leav­ing since I put in my notice.

I’ve fig­ured out the best bus route to take too. If I wait at the cor­ner of W 14th and Stark­weath­er I can pick up either the 81 or the 23, whichev­er comes first. If the 6 or E‑Line trol­ley isn’t at Pub­lic Square when I hop off it is faster to just walk to E. 12th Street. Get­ting home there is a stop just south of Pub­lic Square where I can pick up the 81 or 23 again. The 23 is the best one to catch since there are few­er stops between where I get on it and where I get off it. I did end up walk­ing home from McCarthy’s in the Flats on Thurs­day at 7pm with­out see­ing one bus head­ing my direc­tion in the 45 min­utes it took me to get home though, so there are still sig­nif­i­cant prob­lems.

But not dri­ving or hav­ing to deal with traf­fic has mel­lowed me as well. Remov­ing the neg­a­tive aspects of my envi­ron­ment has made me hap­pi­er than I’ve been in a long time. I’m on the right path.