My job kicks ASS!

Wow. When's the last time you hear anything *close* to that coming outta my mouth?

Can't remember the last time I had such a blast at my job -- while actually doing my job... cool people, amazing opportunities (like, just about anywhere in the States for sure -- and when the dogs get their international canine passports, the world is my oyster) and the best desk in the building.

Once again, Life Is Good (despite the sexy boy occasionally making me slightly batty, but I digress).

Finally I'm learning to want what I have and actually appreciate it when I've got it. It's only taken, like, a gazillion tears, (at least!) four bouts with a completely broken heart, thousands of angry shouting matches with countless innocent bystanders and innumerable painful lessons.

Like Lisa Simpson who keeps yelling "Ouch! Quit it!" over and over again when Bart keeps hitting her.

I hope this epiphany doesn't simply mean I'm getting old. Cuz I'd be oh so happy (and completely willing!!) to trade in some of that hard-earned wisdom for as many "Good Parking Karma" points, "Hail Mary's" & "Our Father's" it would take to shave up to 10 years off my age (or at least my driver's license.)

Oh! The things I'd completely fuck up again...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Probably wise to take down the earlier entry. Congrats on the new job!

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