The past couple of days I have started to feel a little nostalgic and very reflective.
Tomorrow will be my last day working at Yale Medical Group + Yale University. A last day that I’ve been waiting to have for a while now. It has finally arrived. I have been so excited for this, for the future. For Tuesday, when I get to go to my new office and work with the amazing people I’ve gotten to know over the past year and a half.
What has hit me in the last day or two though is a new feeling. A feeling that I think my mom has been feeling since I gave my notice. A perfect combination of happy and sad. I am definitely learning the meaning of the word bittersweet.
See, my mom, has worked at Yale for 25 years. I’m 29. Amidst all of my life aspirations, something always had me wanting to work at Yale like her. I mean, I was great on Saturday mornings in her office stapling and filing all that paperwork.
When I turned 18 in the fall of 2002, I found that was just what God had planned. I was planning on transferring to Franciscan University, but there wasn’t room. So I started working around my existing school schedule and then full time when I decided to take a semester off. While all of my friends were off at school, learning and partying it up, I was working full time. I did go off to Ohio for a year, but worked at Yale when I came home for breaks and immediately again after I withdrew.
Some people have a hard time understanding why I complain about not wanting to work. Don’t get me wrong, I understand it’s just part of life, but I feel like because I didn’t do the traditional 4 years of college at once, I have been working full time, Monday through Friday, a lot longer than most of my friends. In 2007, not only was I working full time at Yale, but I also went back to school at night. Full time. Full time work, full time school. My co-workers saw me through some of the craziest times in life and some of the highest joys. Becoming an auntie and graduating from Albertus. Relationships. Dating.
At Yale, I’ve gained work sisters and even a work mom. I had the blessing of being able to work alongside my mom as a peer, which was pretty awesome. When I started working at Yale, people would say “Oh, are you Marie’s daughter? We love her!” And as I leave Yale, people meet my mom and say “Oh, are you Kristina’s mom? We love her!”
It is safe to say that Yale Medical Group has become my comfort zone, my Cheers, where everybody knows my name. Thankfully, a lot of people at my new job know me too. I am so grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given. I would not be the woman I am if it weren’t for everything I’ve experienced at work in the last 11.5 years. I mean, other than education, it’s the longest thing I’ve ever done in my life and the only place I’ve worked as an adult.
I’ll end with some of the things I have survived in my 11.5 years:
-Being a non union member working while the union was on strike (Spring/Summer 03 I think).
-Almost completely opening a stool sample when it was my turn to open the mail. (Thankfully, another receptionist jumped up and yelled STOP)
-Many scary drug seeking patients.
-My mom as my boss (temporarily).
-Missing a connecting flight and driving 7.5 hours from Cincinnati, OH to Verona, WI with a co-worker.
It’s been real Yale Medical Group. One more day!