One thing I can never claim: boredom.
Rode the Light Rail downtown tonight to survey the venue for my mother-in-law's memorial. Can't really believe that this is what engages me at the moment -- don't people you love live forever? (Well. I've been disabused of that notion time and again. [And haven't we all....])
People were queuing up for a night at the theatre while we moved from space to space, assessing room size, prep space, tables, etc. Very surreal: a party atmosphere amidst our somber mission, ushers urging programs on us, requesting tickets.
The only ticket I possess is for OUT.
Long days at the Little Glass Factory.
Studio Hijinx.
The conversation today ranged from Amazing Grace to X-Rated.
Go figure.
A to X.
And our new temporary person is an angel.
Thank you, Universe!
Oh -- and have I mentioned -- I love my job?
If you've ever been so lucky as to work at a job you love, then you understand this.
If not, I wish you the same good fortune.
My oldest son is an hotel manager, and he just LOVES going into work each morning! I don't think it's that common.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's a blessing in that it's mutual. Your job loves you too. Isn't that cool?
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to hear that someone loves their job -- I imagine that all you're going through right now is somewhat surreal -- I wish you much strength onward.
ReplyDeleteLoving one's job makes all the difference in the world. Mostly, I have hated the idiot managers and bosses, not the job itself. Sounds as if yours is good all the way around.
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