Beaten, battered ,but still kicking
So just so everyone knows, Scott DID get his ring back! It turns out that someone did find it and turned it in but there was a mix-up on where it was being stored. We got it back on Tuesday!
On the work front, I am still getting my ass kicked but am feeling better about it. I had a revelation halfway through the week - I think I love my job. I mean if I honestly didn't care about it I wouldn't freak out about deadlines or worry about my impact in the business or involve myself in the numerous committees that I do, right? I just wouldn't care. If I didn't love my job I wouldn't try so hard to drag my sorry ass in for more. I wouldn't be in meetings this week fighting for processes that not only are good for the people that are immediately effected by it but would benefit the company as a whole. If I didn't care I prolly wouldn't stick around as long as I have. I mean, I worked at the book store cause I loved books, I worked at Panera for the people and the food - with this I DO love the people but even they aren't the ultimate reason. I like being part of something bigger, I like being on the ground floor of breakthroughs, and I like having semi-freedom in what I want to pursue. Surprisingly enough, after this soul-searching I also realize that the subject matter may not be my first choice but as my competence with it grows, I like it more and more.
I feel like I just told a huge dirty secret. I mean, generally, no one REALLY loves their job, right? There are definitely some days when I will hate it but I think it is now in the love/hate category rather than straight hate. Crisis averted? For now.
I have a craft fair to get ready for - so this is where it ends today. We will be hanging out at Stagg HS tomorrow for anyone who wants to come visit. There will also be some karaoke sung at Dan D Jack's (171st & 94th ave, 10:30pm) tomorrow evening for any joiners.
On the work front, I am still getting my ass kicked but am feeling better about it. I had a revelation halfway through the week - I think I love my job. I mean if I honestly didn't care about it I wouldn't freak out about deadlines or worry about my impact in the business or involve myself in the numerous committees that I do, right? I just wouldn't care. If I didn't love my job I wouldn't try so hard to drag my sorry ass in for more. I wouldn't be in meetings this week fighting for processes that not only are good for the people that are immediately effected by it but would benefit the company as a whole. If I didn't care I prolly wouldn't stick around as long as I have. I mean, I worked at the book store cause I loved books, I worked at Panera for the people and the food - with this I DO love the people but even they aren't the ultimate reason. I like being part of something bigger, I like being on the ground floor of breakthroughs, and I like having semi-freedom in what I want to pursue. Surprisingly enough, after this soul-searching I also realize that the subject matter may not be my first choice but as my competence with it grows, I like it more and more.
I feel like I just told a huge dirty secret. I mean, generally, no one REALLY loves their job, right? There are definitely some days when I will hate it but I think it is now in the love/hate category rather than straight hate. Crisis averted? For now.
I have a craft fair to get ready for - so this is where it ends today. We will be hanging out at Stagg HS tomorrow for anyone who wants to come visit. There will also be some karaoke sung at Dan D Jack's (171st & 94th ave, 10:30pm) tomorrow evening for any joiners.