I know these hallways well, have walked each and every one more than once.
It makes me think, about the people who have come and gone through my life and
the many who are still here. Walking right along with me still.
Most people just call this a job, and I value the paycheck more than I can say and I respect the daily contact I have maintained through out these many years.
But the friends I call my own, noticing that I do lay claim to them and the many faces that I have no name - just the faces - a face that is just as familiar as these hallways I've walked. Even nameless, theres' an acknowledgment there.
They make up what I call my daily life and yeah, it's just a job, but it's as familiar to me as my home. The people in unusual way have become an extension of my family, I guess I want to say that I've grown accustom to them in my life.
There is no blood shared, but we've shared plenty;
Enough happiness with plenty of laughter, shared
Some tears of joy, along with the tears of sadness, shared
We've grieved together, the losses,
the pain associated with these losses, shared
Our accomplishments and goals - our let downs, so shared
I can see plainly we've taken care of each other, by our sharing.
As far as I know - that's what families do
The giving and receiving of care well done, so freely
The sharing, just being there for each other.
Making me so much aware of the people who I share so much of my life with,
the other half of me that is not my Husband Sam, My children Samantha, Angie
and Sam Jr along with the grandbabies I will always treasure so much, but
the people I call good friends, are good people.
The group of people I share a unit with, my team.
It dawned on me that I miss them while I have been playing on this detail,
and I can't wait to see them - all of them.
note: I started working at the IRS, Dec 14, 1984. the Butler site for the Fresno Service Center became kind of like another family to me. A big family, I am proud to say I have friends everywhere in the service center. This is what I saw each and everyday. When I retire, I will be happy to retire, but I will miss the family that I made there in those walls.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
My Work Family
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written August 23

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