Things I Miss About Working (Outside the Home)
I will write something serious on this subject when I can string more than ten minutes together. It’s a busy week. Last night S. was working. I had Cakes down at 6:45. Showered, dined, completed the essential chores and thought I had two hours to write-- until my next-door neighbours knocked on the door. They were having a campfire. I have a baby monitor with great reception. Who can resist a campfire? Tomorrow night is another little neighbourhood party; Wednesday night, the Family Resource Centre BBQ; then we’re off to Kingston for my sister-in-law’s wedding (there will probably be no posts next weekend--but I’ll probably return with lots of blogging fodder!).
Back to things I miss…
1. Free pens (we never seem to have a damn pen in the house anymore).
2. Water cooler conversation - I had the good fortune to work with the most fun group of people who watch the same shit I do and love to analyse every detail.
3. Having occasion to dress up (I never really did, but at least I had occasion to).
4. Money, honey.
5. Getting home from work (especially Friday of a summer long weekend).
6. Cursing. Many of my colleagues had potty mouths and so did I. Now, nobody we hang with swears. S. hates it and I need to watch my mouth around Cakes.
7. Beers after work (they taste the best. no, wait…the one after you get the baby down is pretty tasty too).
8. My work being appreciated (I’m sure Cakes is grateful but she still has a limited vocabulary. S. is appreciative, but it’s not quite the same as recognition from colleagues).
I don't like work--no man does, but I like what is in the work, the chance to find yourself. Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
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