I Loved Tuesdays at My Last Job

…I miss that job...

I loved Tuesdays at my old job.

When I worked as a church secretary (OK, really I was the administrative assistant, but church secretary feels more fun to say). Anyway, when I worked as a church secretary, Tuesdays were my most introverted day. The day I was most likely to be the only human in the building. Just me and Luna, my service dog, quietly working on the behind-the-scenes creative design work that went into making everything that needed to fit into next Sunday’s service bulletin fit.

Some weeks I’d be looking for quotes that supported the message being preached that week to fill in the gaps; other weeks, using every little editing and design trick I had up my sleeve to cram everything into it. Either way, I loved it.

I loved designing the cover too.

I loved editing & re-configuring the past Sunday’s sermon into the right shapes for a blog post on the church website. I loved imagining those who had missed attending this past weekend as being able to read it and feel a little less disconnected, especially those members now housebound due to disability or illness. I loved imagining someone who had attended that Sunday coming to read the sermon, to revisit the message in digital written form as a way into further contemplation.

I loved how, when my 3-hour work day was over, I’d take Luna out into the little churchyard to play. And how one time my husband had been off work and came by and taught her how to scramble up the mini-climbing wall on the wooden children’s play structure. I loved how she’d gleefully clamber up that little mini-climbing wall and then jump down from the landing and do it over and over and over again until she was literally out of breath. As long as it wasn’t pouring rain, she’d be down for clambering up that mini-climbing wall.

I miss those Tuesdays and that job and living a body that, though chronically ill, was still able to work those 3-hour shifts and safely drive home.

Even though that last year or so before the COVID shutdowns, I’d be so exhausted by the time I walked in the door, I’d have to practically crawl into bed and would be out, sleeping from 1 onward till dinnertime day after day.

But I do still miss that job.

I hope those folks are doing well.

Thank you for reading.❤