Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Good days.

You know, I was thinking last night about how grateful I am that I have a job.

With unemployment being what it is these days? I'm really, really grateful.

To further expand on that, I'm grateful that I work for a company that is flexible. I'm grateful that I could go to my boss a few weeks ago and say, "Listen...when school starts in the Fall can I modify my work hours so I can pick my kids up from school every day?" and she said, "Of course". I'm even grateful for the fact that I'll have to be get up at the butt crack of dawn to be at work at 6am. Because the commute will be better and I might actually get a parking spot that is close to my office. Right?

I don't punch a time clock. I haven't in...God, years. If I have an appointment, I can go to it. If I need a day off, all I have to do is let my boss know. If I need to leave early to go to therapy or whatever? She's cool with it. She knows I'll stay late the next day or answer all my emails that evening. Whatever I need to do, she knows I'll do it.

More than all that, even, I'm grateful to work for a company that encourages me to be who I am...even though who I am doesn't exactly fit anybody's mold of What's Bringing The Awesome. I try not to wear shoes if I can help it, and I say things like, "Well he can just suck a bag of dicks!" about people I find unpleasant. I mean, I can clean it up pretty good, but overall? I just kind of am who I am.

And they like who I am. Granted, I never say anything about dicks around them. But yeah. They like who I am.

And that's pretty cool.


I work with a group of ladies who are unfailingly supportive, hilarious, bright, and positive. Everyone works hard and we all work together extremely well. There's never a moment that if I need help at least three people aren't offering it. It's actually quite amazing. It helps, I think, that we are all actually fifteen year old boys somehow disguising ourselves as grown women. Because I say dicks around them all the time and they just laugh. And when someone says something like "WAD" we go on for hours. Sometimes days.


I'm feeling lucky today.

It's a good day.


And, it's also my brother's birthday. My real, actual brother. From the same mother, even! He's way funnier than me. So go wish him a good one, will ya?

7 comments:

Denise said...

You are lucky! I would kill for a job right now.

AndreAnna said...

This is one of the biggest reasons we are going to move when my husband's job gets transferred halfway across the country. How can he quit or find a new job that may be more unstable in such an unstable economy with two very small children to raise? We are very thankful and grateful for what we have and risking it just seems so foolish.

Patience said...

Hey I have a job like that!! Great people, great bosses! I can do what I want as long as I get the job done!

It's really wonderful having a job you like every day!!!

mythoughtsonthat said...

Well, this post just makes me feel good! Glad for you!

Chelle said...

Your post makes me happy :) Btw - check your mail next week! wheeee!

Lily's Mommy said...

:) I'm happy for you. I haven't had a paid job for a long time now, as I stay at home, but your story gave me hope for when I start back part-time in the fall.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

When you have a job that makes you happy? That makes all the difference. Been there. It's awesome. :)