Sometimes I worry that I'm getting too introspective in this blog; that I find these huge, rehortical questions to ask myself and all those reading this and never come up with any conclusions. I worry because that's pretty much what I do. At least I can state the obvious.
So the other day I was complaining about working retail, a job that, I must admit, I really don't like. There is something horrific about being gone for 9-10 hours and having nothing to show for it. An old John Prine lyric asks, "How the hell can a person go to work in the morning/come home in the evening and have nothin' to say?" For example, today I spent at least four hours refolding and resizing a wall of pants, then spent the remaining time folding sweaters that I folded last week. At the same time I need to be thankful for the job God has given me--it pays pretty well, gives me insurance and is easy to get time off when I need it. It is where I'm supposed to be at this time, and I need to stop bitching about wanting to see the next step and simply revel in the miracles and lessons I'm experiencing now.
And why do they call a job "making a living" like it's made out of play dough or something....
Tomorrow my dear friend Raijiv is coming out to stay for the night--he is like my big brother, and the love that I have for him may be eclipsed only by the regard in which I hold him. I look forward to a night on the town with Raijiv and friends, as I have virtually no friends and nothing to do most nights (feel pity for me now....keep feeling it...hold it....ok stop).
Speaking of friends today I got a surprise package from my boss from camp, Anna. Inside was a homemade shirt that says, "I may run with scissors but you voted for GW" and the back reads, "choose risks wisely" I literally fell over laughing. It's genius. Made my day.
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