You know you’re in the wrong job when …
… you have a dream of working somewhere making $3 less per hour than the measely $12 you make now and are actually considering switching. How sad is that?
… Sunday night totally depresses you
… you long for the days of talking to financial morons for a whole lot more money
That last one isn’t even technically true, though. I just had to put one other thing in there to make it three reasons why I don’t want to go to work today (or any day). When I list things, I always like to list in threes. I’m a dork that way.
It’s cloudy, chilly and I am having to be dressed at 8am so that people who are putting in new windows can come take measurements. (The new windows part is good, admittedly. As is the fact that NG is teaching Duty how to do drywall so we can FINALLY rip out the paneling in the computer room and paint it. Gonna wait until after the J4 throwdown to start that, however.)
Even though I rant occasionally about how pooty my life is, it is nothing in comparison to this courageous man, Sgt. Kevin Downs. A diary on Kos detailed his story. If you get a chance to check it out, please do. And if you are so moved to send him a postcard, I urge you to do that as well. If writing isn’t your thing, maybe you can send a prayer or some good energy since he needs both right now. I can only imagine what life is like for him and his family. (Halts rant on w before I get totally and utterly pissed and more depressed)
Anyway, as I sit here watching the birds flutter around the feeder and listen to the sounds of nature, I am reminded that I am truly blessed in many ways. I know that these Monday blues are fleeting and will be replaced by sounds of cats purring contentedly, Max barking at the squirrels, Duty greeting me with “Hey Sweets” and the angels reminding me that I have some work to do.