But some days, you wake up and just wish you could call in sick. It doesn’t take much to shake you out of it. Just a day of puttering, usually. If you go in, perhaps you spend a little too much time on non-related internet sites. You make a personal phone call or two from your desk. Your candy bar decision in the break room takes an extra long time. You know, just a bit of a recharge.
I’m having one of those days. I wish I was the one who got on the train this morning and headed to my office in The City. I wish I could wear dress clothes. I wish I got to use my travel coffee mug.
But I didn’t get on the train. My office is an attic in a colonial that desperately needs cleaning. I’m dressed in my very glamorous uniform, jeans, RL cable sweater and ballet flats. There is no break room and if I try to get on the computer there are at least two of my colleagues who mysteriously appear out of nowhere needing my attention, “RIGHT NOW”. My travel coffee mug is covered in cob webs.
Thank God, when I have days where I hate my job, the children don’t usually know because my secret weapon is their ultimate joy-cereal, eggs and toast for dinner.
“Breakfast? For Dinner? Mom, you are the best mom!”(Can you hear the small voice cheers?)
On second thought, who needs a City office?
Looking forward to tomorrow.
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