April In February
I spoke to April yesterday for the first time in years. If I had to guess and put a year on it, she and I last conversed by phone in 2019. That’s nearly five years since we had a spoken conversation with each other and I’ll be the first to say that this was definitely a long time, way too long perhaps. April and I were co-workers many years ago, though I am thankful that through the years and amidst the challenges that I’ve had with keeping in contact with her, we’ve still managed to remain excellent friends. I don’t know if I wrote about this in an entry years ago, but in the event that I didn’t, I’ll say it here. April and I almost dated, but never did. We remained close, to a certain degree, and talking to her for those 58 minutes yesterday felt so good. It felt very comfortable, very familiar, like nothing had changed between us, perhaps outside of the date on the calendar.
Just hearing her voice brought me back to when she and I worked together and saw each other regularly. I didn’t realize it until yesterday, but damn, there was just something mesmerizing and soothing about her voice, to where I didn’t want to hang up with her. I had even sent her a text message last night, thanking her for time and for talking to me as long as she did.
PV: It really was great hearing your voice again…thanks for helping me out today as well…
A: Awww! Thank you! It was super great to hear your voice too. Thanks for letting me vent and complain, lol.
PV: I know that I could’ve listened to you for hours too…
She spent some of our conversation venting and complaining about how some of the newer workers in her office struggle with the job and seemingly need a helping hand doing damn near everything. I know her pain, because in some capacity, I’m seeing the same thing in my office with many of our newer staff. I don’t know if this is a sign of the times, but the struggle is apparently very real. The difference between April and me is that she’s trying to help train her new workers and help them get better, whereas I just sit back in my cubicle and watch people fail. I’m done helping others on a professional level, but that’s material for another entry.
As heartwarming as April’s voice is, I truly could’ve listened to her for hours, even if all she did was vent. She would do this thing where she would complain about something and then follow it up with a laugh. I didn’t realize how infectious her laugh was and apparently still is.
I don’t think that we explicitly said this, though I think it was strongly implied. We really want to see each other again. We just need to coordinate schedules and make it happen. Maybe we work our way towards something in-person, perhaps starting off with a video call? I don’t know, but suffice to say that I’m open to seeing her, in whatever way that should occur.
I’m hoping that she and I reconnect, sooner rather than later. We have a lot of catching up to do. All we really need is time and opportunity.