A Lucky Girl

I don't like my job. This is not news. Nor does it make me special. However, I do know that most of the reason that I don't like it has nothing to do with the job itself. It's just because it's not what I wish I was doing.

When forced, I have to admit that it has its perks.

Now you'd think that today, a holiday for many, with me scheduled to go into work, I would have an even harder time seeing those benefits. However, I woke up this morning and I did not want to get out of bed. I lay there trying to think up reasons to get going. I saw myself doing everything I do every day that work is required. But something kept popping up like a mole to be whacked.

You could just work from home.

And I could. I got up. I walked the dog. I came back. I fed the pets. Then I emailed the powers that be for me and let them know that, unless they needed me in the office (they're both out of town right now), I would work from home.

And that, my friends, is what I'm doing today. I've been calling in for messages and there are none. Every time I hear "there are no messages in your inbox" I think, "Oh it is so good that you didn't go in, you'd be so angry sitting there right now."

So, for the record, I know how lucky I am. I promise to remind myself over and over and over.

And over.