I've worked for many different places over my 13 years in the work force. And, everywhere I work, I meet co-workers whom I get to know on a personal level. Some would say that having close relationships with co-workers can get in the way of getting the job done, and I agree in some cases, but in my case it mostly brings me precious and important friendships. On a day like today, I feel grateful for these connections and I hope that I can continue to be grateful each and every day.
This morning I was able to dial the phone number to a former workplace as if I had still worked there-as if I was just there yesterday. But it has been 6 years since I left that place. Those were my best days at work in my life. I have much more freedom at work today than I had then and I also have more experience. But the new places never seem to compare. I spent 4 years at my former workplace, working day after day and weekends too. I still remember how it felt. I still remember the customers that thanked me and the customers that yelled at me. And with my co-workers, I still remember the birthday parties I celebrated with them and the lunches that we ate together. I still remember where things were and I remember the bad co-workers that complicated the day but also made us laugh at other times. The core group, those of us who started at the location together, went through A to Z and more together. And after all these years later, I have moved on to different work places but I never forget the phone number of this particular place or the memories that went along with it. For all the things I do now, I feel like things actually matter because many days into tomorrow, these things will be my memories.
Thank you too all my good friends who used to work with me or work with me now. I think about you and wish you well always. I hope that we can see each other again soon. If we can't meet again, I hope you know that your presence in my life has made an impression that cannot be erased and I am grateful that we connected in some way, whether it be big or small.
Saigon Grill W 89th St., NYC
The talk of old times was great and the food was tasty. Although we did not order the appetizers intentionally we ended up enjoying the lemongrass chicken satay and the fried vegetarian rolls with dipping sauce. For dinner, we were surprised at the size of the plates served because it could have been family style but we ordered individually. Not many shrimp on Rob's plate but he finished it and his rice to the last grain-with time to spare :) Emy ordered her vegetable dish with extra green beans and less okra but I saw lots of okra there. She didn't eat much but brought it home-she had McDonald's earlier so its okay :) I tasted the curry sauce okra and it was okay. Just 'okay' because I am never sure if I like the gooey inside of an okra or not. Moe knew what she wanted before she sat down. She wanted to treat herself to their pork chops and although the plate had many chops, she finished every crispy delicious piece. Vee had a noodle dish that looked a little like Pancit (Filipino noodles) to me. It's a Vietnamese Malaysian restaurant so I suppose there is cross influence there. I had the sauteed chicken with green peppers, onions and sweet sauce. I finished every piece of chicken and a bowl of brown rice very quickly because I was hungry but it tasted good too. I wish it was spicier, hotter. I should have added some hot sauce. Leighia didn't show up and she didn't respond to calls or texts. I hope she is ok. And therefore, I cannot comment on what she may have ordered. I was the only one in the mood for dessert but Vee tried my sticky rice with coconut milk. I finished the rest to the last grain of rice :) And Rob and I still had a brownie each with one shared glass of milk when we got home...I made them from scratch. How could we resist?
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