I like my job. To work there, and the 48 hour shift…you can’t survive while not
liking loving what you do.
But this week, this week, was one of those weeks where I truly was counting down the hours, minutes…before I could get away. All I wanted to do was take a nice hot bath and a nap.
Of course though, once I actually got out of work and home I just could not sleep. I slept at work-better than normal-but I really do need that nap after getting home.
Then tonight we had a Lion’s Club morning where one of the members decided to take the opportunity to show us a never ending slide show of his recent trip to Australia and New Zealand…a topic I’d typically be all over as I love love love everything Australia, but it was pure agony. Maybe I’ve been spoiled by so many of your beautiful photography…but the pictures were dull and the gentleman seemed as though he absorbed nothing about the trip. I’d sell a kidney for the same opportunity and while I have no doubt he enjoyed the trip…I’m not exactly sure he fully grasped how truly fortunate he was to have the money and time to take such an amazing trip.
I admit. I felt jealous and bitter and grouchy.
Plus, I’m pretty sure I left my left over fried chicken at the diner.