People ask me a lot what I do at my new job.
Well, truth be told its pretty boring stuff... I save lives every day by providing oxygen in concentrated form to people desperately in need.
You know that feeling when you are short of breath and you can't get enough oxygen. Perhaps you have been held under water or even water boarded if at one time or another you have been suspected of terrorism. Either way, you know the relief that comes when you finally do get that precious oxygen, that your lungs crave. Well, I bring that relief day after day... well not exactly, but I manage the people that bring that relief. So does that make me a hero... yeah, I guess that kind of does make me a hero. But I don't want to brag... it's just a days work.
I have always thought it amusing, the cliched office workers hatred of a printer. However, now I spend ten hours a week fighting with an office printer/scanner and the other thirty hours plotting my revenge on the maker and designer of the Cannon MF6530. When I find that cannon mf designer I will ask them to do a simple task but make it exceedingly difficult, and make an obnoxious two toned error noise every time he/she gets it wrong.
All this aside, I love my new job, and I am really thankful for it. The people I work with are great, and we do provide comfort to the dying which all joking aside, is a real gift.
Misty too has started a new job. She is waiting tables at our favorite restaurant. It has been great to see her rested, for what almost seems like the first time in two years. She is no longer burning the candle at both ends, but instead she sleeps in (she works til 11 some nights), works on her photography, and is able to relax and not stress about work. It is a lovely thing.
On the adoption front, things are moving. It feels like the beginning of a new season of patience and waiting. We spent the last year actively asking and working to reach our goal. We made great strides to reach that goal. I ran up friggin mountain for petes sake. Now, we begin a new season. A season of expecting and of faith, that I have hope will be even more fruitful and bring us to the trail head.
Well, truth be told its pretty boring stuff... I save lives every day by providing oxygen in concentrated form to people desperately in need.
You know that feeling when you are short of breath and you can't get enough oxygen. Perhaps you have been held under water or even water boarded if at one time or another you have been suspected of terrorism. Either way, you know the relief that comes when you finally do get that precious oxygen, that your lungs crave. Well, I bring that relief day after day... well not exactly, but I manage the people that bring that relief. So does that make me a hero... yeah, I guess that kind of does make me a hero. But I don't want to brag... it's just a days work.
I have always thought it amusing, the cliched office workers hatred of a printer. However, now I spend ten hours a week fighting with an office printer/scanner and the other thirty hours plotting my revenge on the maker and designer of the Cannon MF6530. When I find that cannon mf designer I will ask them to do a simple task but make it exceedingly difficult, and make an obnoxious two toned error noise every time he/she gets it wrong.
All this aside, I love my new job, and I am really thankful for it. The people I work with are great, and we do provide comfort to the dying which all joking aside, is a real gift.
Misty too has started a new job. She is waiting tables at our favorite restaurant. It has been great to see her rested, for what almost seems like the first time in two years. She is no longer burning the candle at both ends, but instead she sleeps in (she works til 11 some nights), works on her photography, and is able to relax and not stress about work. It is a lovely thing.
On the adoption front, things are moving. It feels like the beginning of a new season of patience and waiting. We spent the last year actively asking and working to reach our goal. We made great strides to reach that goal. I ran up friggin mountain for petes sake. Now, we begin a new season. A season of expecting and of faith, that I have hope will be even more fruitful and bring us to the trail head.
Do you need to watch Office Space now, after discovering your printer hatred? Play a little "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta" perhaps? :)
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