24 October 2007

Memo

Dear World,

I love my job.

5 comments:

Ben said...

of course!

Mel said...

Huzzah! You should always love your job. Don't stop!

Gui said...

Next task: dulling your love just enough so that don't drive yourself to workdeath and burnout.

Mel said...

I wouldn't use the word "dull." I'd say "remain aware that you'll be able to do more of what you love, longer, if you take some time out for yourself and spend and renew your energies wisely." Recognizing, of course, that there is sometimes a time for panic-fueled triple-allnighters in the name of a good cause, so long as they don't come with overt frequency, and you rest adequately afterwards.

Of course, I'm a huge hypocrite here.

Laura said...

well, honestly, I don't >always< love my job. The days that I don't I'm too grumpy to blog about it.

My job is like honey. Too much and I spazz out and my mouth feels raw and my stomach hurts. I need toast. or tea. Like breathing and walking and laughing. mmm...toast with honey...