I’m Not Quitting My Day Job
I celebrated Labor Day by skipping any Labor whatsoever.
But being a good nose-to-the-grindstone New Englander, I feel I should also celebrate Labor Day by celebrating actual Labor.
I like my job.
Let me count the ways.
1. First of all, they pay me. Well, duh. I work; I get paid. Only fair. But think about it – I do lots of things that are just as annoying as work that I don’t get paid for. Like paying bills, cleaning the house, getting gas (I really dislike the gas station). Sure, work is irritating. But I make money.
2. There isn’t any dress code. I like to dress up, but what I most like to dress up in is jeans. At work, I have the best jeans in a sea of jeans. Two weeks ago we had clean-up day, and I wore shorts. Such cute cuffed khakis – I could have been on safari, instead of cleaning out my file cabinet. Yea for no pantyhose.
3. They buy me stuff. I get pens and pencils. And best of all – a calendar. I love calendars. I get one every single year!
4. I look smart. My company is pretty small, and there’s not a lot of financial expertise. Except for me. This makes my very mundane talent look very wondrous indeed.
5. Lunch. I worked for many many years for a company that gave me a big expense account. In this job, I get zip. Nada. But about twice a year, our insurance agent takes me out to lunch. It is ever so sweet now that I don’t take it for granted. Sometimes I even get a doggie bag, and I have a reprise lunch the next day. I love our insurance agent.
6. I save money. Because I can use their supplies. And I don’t mean the pens and pencils. I am acutely, almost pathologically, honest about not taking them home. I mean toilet paper. If I go to the bathroom just before I leave the office, I can save maybe five squares of my own TP. I can even use more if I want. No one is watching. (I think.)
7. Birthday cake. At home, it’s just my husband and me. At work, it’s almost always someone’s birthday. There’s lots of cake.