I was walking around in the grocery the other day, whizzing about trying to pick up things for dinner, trying to get in and out and get home to the Mrs. as quick as possible when I ran into someone from ol’ Mordor.
Not quite two years ago I bid farewell to an amazing group of people whom I still miss and still think of as friends. Yet running into her, as it is with most anyone from there I run into anymore, reminds me of a bittersweet moment in my professional and personal life, one I care not to repeat. Those feelings are not reflective upon her, she is an awesome person who has seemingly become quite valuable to the Orc royalty over there; dare I say indispensable.
I hope she, and all my former colleagues are being respected and appreciated for what they contribute; I never truly felt I got either of those while I was there. I was fortunate to land on my feet, in town, with the most awesome store down the street, and count my blessings that the Divine Miss M found a spot for me on her team.
Yet talking to my dear old friend from the land of Sauron, those wounds began to reemerge, if only for a split second. It’s odd to speak of a job as if it were an old lover who had suddenly spurned you, yet in some ways, what I felt was every bit akin to my first divorce. I felt a failure, beaten, dejected. It’s stupid to give a job such power, yet much to my own detriment, I take my job personally.
We spoke of how each other’s job was going, she explaining how things fit together in the family makeup, and I showing off my newfound sense of peace having found a place of work not so volatile and nepotistic. I know in this industry, we’ll see each other a million or so times again, yet walking away and saying goodbye felt final in a way. Perhaps I was saying goodbye to the feeling, in that moment, of failure, of weakness. Maybe in that moment, the past was finally dead and buried.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kymber Tymber dropped in with a state relaunch for Camelot wines:
Camelot Pinot Grigio California NV. Grade=Good. Decent stone fruit and a squeeze of lemon. Blaise on the finish though.
Camelot Chardonnay California NV. Grade=Very Good. Loads of tropical fruit, vanilla cream and butterscotch candy.
Camelot Pinot Noir California NV. Grade=Very Good. Varietally correct, with dried cherries, plums and hints of black pepper.
Camelot Merlot California NV. Grade=Good. Juicy red, with hints of blue fruits, but falls short at the finish.
Camelot Cabernet Sauvignon California NV. Grade=Very Good. A big, ol’ juice bomb, with cherry pie, blackberry smoke and baking spices.