If I had free time before 10pm on a weekday, I would call my long-distance friends and catch up. Since that won't happen until probably Saturday (but tomorrow if I'm lucky), I'll just catch up with this. So...let's see. Work is still going well. I can't believe how fast the days are going! I'm not begging the clock to speed up anymore. I feel like some of my co-workers don't realize how spoiled we are. Yes, sometimes annoying clients or crazy deadlines will ruin your day--I mean, it's still work--but we get to do the fun stuff compared to most people. We have variety. We play loud music and sing along if we want to, talk to each other across the room, grab a free snack from the well-stocked snack drawer or a free drink from the fridge. We have some bold red walls and bolder posters and decorations. We can wear shorts, jeans, and flip flops and don't have to clock in and out at exact times. A co-worker's little dog is practically our mascot and keeps watch by the door.
All things considered, we've got it pretty good, so it bugs me when I hear someone rave about the "awesome snack drawer" at the video production place down the street, for example. Um, hello, the lady who stocks our drawer asks for requests! I didn't realize that the addition of Pay Days would make it more awesome, anyway. I guess the grass is always greener somewhere else. Not for me, though. I know how good we have it. I mean, we had to pay the vending machine for our snacks and drinks at my last two companies. Can you believe it?! Yeah, most people can, because that's all they get.
I'm usually pretty appreciative of whatever I have, though. I guess I live with the constant awareness that "it could always be worse," no matter how "bad" it initially seems. It's all in your perspective. Talk to some people in third world countries and compare notes, or just think about their situation for a second. Now quit your damn whining, America! Okay, complaining is human nature or at least a modern cornerstone of American culture, but maybe tone it down a little, huh? Otherwise, I'm moving to Canada. :)
In other news, Joel's getting a bigger store across the street from Blueberry Hill. I think that's pretty awesome. I picked out some paint colors for the walls yesterday (because it's fun!) and maybe I'll help paint on Friday. Oddly enough, the basement of this new place is where I first met Joel's dad and 5 or 6 aunts and cousins. (I met his brother later that night, too.) His cousins had a concert there, at what used to be known as the Red Sea. That was in December of 2007, before Joel had any plans to have a store in The Loop and months before I would say we started dating. I was wondering why he invited me to a family Christmas after-party event, though. In fact, I still wonder why he did that, come to think of it. It's not like he normally introduced girls to his family. We were still just friends as far as I was concerned. I wasn't even sure he was interested! It only took another 6 months for me to confirm that he was. Ha.
So last week, Joel's dad gave me a tour of the new store. We stood in the same place where we met more than 2 1/2 years ago, only this time, Joel owned it and I knew why I was standing there. Wow, so much has changed! What an unpredictable turn of events. I guess you could say the parting of The Loop's Red Sea has revealed another miracle. :)
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