Adams Wife’s Weblog

It’s that time of year.  The Christmas cards have begun to arrive.  I love getting Christmas cards.  But - I stopped sending them out a few years ago.  It was never a conscious decision not to send cards.  It’s just that the last few years have been very demanding on my physical energies and rather scarce with monetary resources.  Now I find that I’ve lost the desire to sit down and write the messages, pick which card is best for whom, and mail off all those cards.  I feel just a little bit guilty when I stop to think about it, but not enough to give me the impetus to do it.  Maybe next year.  I’m sure the world will be a kinder, gentler place next year.  And I won’t be taking classes every day from 2:pm ’til 9:pm learning a new job.  If you’re a person who still enjoys sending Christmas cards, please put me on your list.  I’m always pleasantly surprised when one comes in the mail.  I treasure each one.  It’s my habit to hang them on the door for all to see thus brightening the room.

Speaking of job training - it’s nearly finished.  Friday I go from classes to “transition.”  In transition we will actually be taking calls from DirecTV customers for part of each evening.  We will have a coach listening in and helping with any problems we may have.  I advise you not to call DirecTV during this period.  If you get one of us you may be on the phone twice as long as you anticipate.  However, we would appreciate a few compassionate, patient customers to practice on.  And you might get lucky and not get one of the ’students.’  I get four days off for Christmas, then become a full-fledged CSR (customer service rep) on December 28.  I look forward to that time, because my time commitment will lessen.  From 35 hours a week I will drop back to 20 hours a week.  I’m sure my grandchildren are looking forward to that, too.  Right now it’s “Don’t bother me, I have to listen to the teacher.”  I’m on the phone before they get home from school and log off when they’re going to bed.  It will be nice for all of us to have grandma available for a few hours each evening.  I rather miss the little darlings.