Sometimes Being Single Doesn’t Matter


I’m over in Los Angeles this week, training for a new job. I was dreading it as I‘ve endured many boring sessions in my life. My new position is as a supervisor of computer based testing. It’s a full time job for four months, perfect for me.

I knew only one person who was going to the training, my former supervisor Judi. She’s a fun person. On our flight over to LA she also said she was concerned about being bored.

The hotel was at the LA airport. We registered for the training and then went to the trolley station to go to Manhattan Beach for dinner. After waiting for half an hour for the trolley to come, the driver wouldn’t let Judi and me on the bus because we only had cash and hadn’t bought a ticket at the hotel .So we ate dinner at the hotel bar which no longer offered a happy hour.

Since this is November, I’m writing two thousand words a day of my new novel to meet the challenge of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) to write 50,000 of a novel in that month. So I got up early the next morning and wrote 1500 words before I went down for the breakfast provided by the company.

I had a hard time locating the training room, but I managed to get there on time. There were sixteen people in my session, four men and twelve women. My field manager Patty was conducting the training, assisted by a Home Office person. Although I’d spoken to Patty on the phone, I’d never met her in person. She is an attractive and animated woman which raised my expectations.

We went around the room, introducing ourselves and saying where we were from. There were six of us from Arizona. The others were from Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas. I was pleased to see that everyone was articulate and lively.I’ve learned a lot and laughed a lot this week.

Since I knew little about my new job, I was anxious to learn what my responsibilities would be. I was surprised at how quickly the morning went. My colleagues asked intelligent questions and Patty went slowly enough to encourage understanding but fast enough to ensure attention.

That night eleven of us walked to a local Greek Restaurant, Aliki, for dinner. It was excellent, in case you’re ever staying at a hotel at the LA airport.

I managed to fit in two workout sessions at the hotel fitness room.

As I’ve gotten to know these people over the past week, I realized I was probably the only single one in the group. A few of the spouses had accompanied them, but most were on their own. No one asked me my marital status and it didn’t seem to matter to anyone. This is the first time in quite a while that people have socialized as people, not single or coupled. I liked it.

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