The other day I was sitting at my computer, intently working on something of great personal interest. I felt a pang of guilt and caught myself thinking “Wow, I should really get back to work.”
Then I remembered, “Oh yeah, this IS my job!”
[Pinch me, somebody!]
Several months into my radical and much-agonized-over career change, I could not be happier with my choice. I can’t believe I stuck around the old gig for so long. I’ve kept in touch with friends from The Old Job and they tell me things are exceptionally toxic around the water cooler these days.
Ahhhh, I don’t miss it one teeny weeny bit.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Posted by foop at 10:26 PM