Thoughts on the Loss of the Work Crush

This week marks the one-month return to the full-time summer "student" gig at the same pool parts manufacturing plant I worked at in 2009. One down, three and a half months to go. Oh, the time -- she passes in a languid fashion.

It took a solid two weeks before this rather irksome realization dawned on me -- I have lost the elusive work crush.

She still works there. I was off for four months on account of the contract ending and the loss of vigorous business for a Canadian, pool-based manufacturer over the winter. And just like that, the spark was snuffed out.

I knew it was illusory at best and I knew it had no future. Crushes on married, straight women often have an expiration date in sight. Still, I miss the mild thrill of it. I hadn't been in the thick of a silly, over-amplified world of romantic futility for years and it was strange how refreshing it felt. And WHAM! -- it's gone. No glitter, no cartoon hearts, heck, not even a sign of smoke to follow.

It is done.

And so, I return to the world of rebates, spreadsheets, and filing without the quiet lift of energy each time she walks past.

*Sigh*

All work and no play makes Miz Moffatt a...... something something.....