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The good news is, it's Wednesday already. The bad news? It doesn't really make any difference. I still have a week's worth of work to catch up on.
In a way, though, it was a good feeling to get back in the saddle today. I was seriously missed while I was gone, and I heard about it. I was relieved that there were no major crises waiting for me, but I was also happy that people had questions that I had ready answers for. It made me feel as if I'm in my element, where I belong.
On the other hand, this isn't exactly the life I'd choose if I could. Parts of it I'd choose, like working at home, out in the country, with a little leeway as far as hours and breaks are concerned. I don't think there are many other jobs where I could watch the soaps in my underwear while I work. If I wanted to, that is. I'm not saying I do that. (Not saying I don't, either.)
I also like how easy my job is, most of the time. All I have to do every day is show up, plug the right numbers into the right slots, react quickly when someone wants something. Very little thinking is involved, and the "showing up" part isn't really a problem either. If I didn't have this job, I probably wouldn't be doing this. (Writing in this journal, I mean. Not whatever you're thinking.)
I'd love to have a job where my skills, whatever they are, are challenged every day. I'd love to work in a place where I'm cheered and applauded for doing something I consider fun (or at least interesting). Sometimes I even miss working with people. I think about the old days in retail, and the coworkers I bantered and joked with every day. When I think too much about it, I miss it.
All in all, I shouldn't complain. Not as much as I do, anyway. I don't have everything I want out of life, but I probably have just about everything I deserve. And then some, if you want to know the truth. |
