It's like they spoke a completely different language. Entire sentences would be comprised of three letter acronyms. I mean, WTF?
New acronyms kept cropping up, before I'd even had a chance to learn the old ones. They were everywhere; on walls, on documents, in emails, on power points.
Very soon I was making my own acronyms up. I lost the capacity to converse with the hubs or anyone else outside the corporation, without a barrage of: MLP,RST,HGNS,GTED,PEX,RLP, etc.
(BTW If any of my ex-colleagues are reading this I made most of that lot up - the acronyms, I mean.)
I spoke that language fluently for over three years, but at this precise moment in time I can't, for the life of me, recall the meaning to a single one of those acronyms. This may also have something to do with the Dos Equis I just poured down my neck!
I quit being a petrophysicist four years ago and moved stateside to pursue a career in motherhood. I wasn't preggers when I left, I just figured we'd be happier here, hence more likely to be doing the nasty.
It worked. Boy, did it work.
The point is, now I'm in a new line of work, SAHM (are you getting the irony?) And it's taken me three babies, and three months to get to where I can comfortably take a night off - guilt free.
No matter how many new and exciting career paths may be in my future, I know one thing's for certain, I will NEVER forget the meaning of the most important acronym in my current job,
Mom's Night Out