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?