Yep, at work, I can read & knit with my feet propped up. And it's not even a knitting related job. It's a job at the local theme park. And apparently, I can even sport super awful manicures. (That's four week old glow in the dark nail polish that actually glows in the dark & scares me each night when I cut the light off to go to bed. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but nope. It still startles me each & every night.) But back to how much I love my job.... Yes, we all bitch & moan about the long hours, the late nights (more like mornings,) having to walk around in the rain & once last year, sleet & snow. It's hot. Really, really hot. Except when it's cold. When it's cold, it's freezing. But the people are great, the employee cafe is better than expected and have I mentioned - I can knit & read. I can knit & read my own personal stuff while I'm at work.
My job covers three different areas & each day I get assigned to one of those areas. Mostly, I'm assigned to being "Banker" which means I spend eight to ten hours in a little room all by myself. I think I'm Banker so often because I tend to complain, loudly, about being either hot or cold & when they send me off to that little room for the evening, they don't have to listen to me complain. Whatever. I love being Banker. The Banker's job has short periods of crazy, frenzied work mixed with hours and hours of absolutely nothing to do time. In other words, knitting time. Oh yeah, I love my job!
By the way, that's the hen sock. The next time I'm the Banker, that sock will be seeing a heel.
Oh, and I'd like to personally thank Jilliane Hoffman, author of Pretty Little Things for making me cry at work. The book was a suspenseful, can't-stop-reading page turner. But that last page, phew! That last page was a tear jerker.
We all need a "day" job that lets us pursue the real purpose of our lives. Glad you have yours!
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