Exactly one year ago today was my last day of work at Bowling Green State University. No more "President's Office, this is Kelli." when I answer the phone. No more walking to and from McFall Center. No more packing my lunch and my work shoes (because I walked in tennis shoes, of course). No more coordinating lunches with other co-workers. Mm hmm. The last year has been great and I haven't missed being in the office setting at. all. In fact, I think this is as good a time as any to list out many of the things I haven't missed. So here, let's see what comes to mind first.

I don't miss...
getting salads for Dr. Cartwright.
making coffee for Dr. Cartwright.
kissing butt a little more than I was ever comfortable with.
having to work the week between Christmas and New Year's EVERY time.
coordinating and connecting conference calls.
making copies.
working on Board books.
Marcia Latta and her tea and her hot pink high heels.
the file room... oh goodness, the file room.
escorting office visitors to the secret door to the Caucus Room.
handling complaints.
having to follow up on complaints.
drafting letters.
editing speeches.
yellow legal pads with hard-to-read handwriting in blue ink. Might as well be nails on a chalkboard.
having to remember to use the term Residence Hall instead of dorm. What??
Sheri Stoll.
sending emails on behalf of the president and having to have them worded just so.
sending emails directly to the president and having to have them worded just so.
Cartwheel looking me up and down.
timed lunch breaks.
having to use public restrooms - the one at home is so much better!
trying to find new ways to display Christmas cards.
hanging up the wretched Christmas wreaths that really just needed to be replaced.
having to act like I cared about things just to be politically correct.
not being able to wear jeans on Fridays.
if we got to wear jeans, it was usually because we paid for it.
being guilted into giving to the internal United Way campaign.
dealing with printer/copier malfunctions.
having to hang up coats.
all that dull decorating.
the operating room-like fluorescent lighting everywhere.
hose and knee-highs. (Yeah, I wore em. So what?)
ironing my clothes and laying things out the night before.
rushing around to get ready in the morning.
getting caught in the rain when I wasn't expecting it.
having to keep my visits with my hubby short and sweet and having to keep our voices low when we chatted.
getting cut off by Cartwheel.
having to listen to my music really low so as not to disturb or offend anyone.
Mr. Happy.
emails from Classified Staff Council.
the smell of the refrigerator in the break room.
the nasty coffee in the Office of the Provost.
that darn plastic mat under my chair that moved all the time and was more of a nuisance than a convenience.

Oh, and did I mention how much I don't miss getting Cartwheel's salads or making her coffee? I suppose I did... it was worth a second mention.

Yeah, this life is the best! My new boss can be pretty demanding and at the end of the day I don't have a wad of money in my pocket, but that is the least of my desires at this point. Baby Girl is my world and I love it that way. I'm incredibly thankful for my hard-working husband. He supports me staying home to raise our child and makes it possible for me to do so by working at a job day in and day out. Thankfully, he loves what he does so to go to work isn't as much of a chore as it is for some people. Our life is blessed and as great as the job on campus was for me a year ago, I don't want to go back at all. :)