the best worst day in history

Ever have one of those days? One of those days when it seems like EVERYTHING goes wrong? Mine began at 8 am when I awoke on a friend's couch coughing my lungs out trying to figure out why he called me at 6:45 am. It was quickly followed by my boss calling to tell me that one of my employees called out sick and I had to come in to work. I was there by 8:30, stayed until 3:00, came back at 5:30 to close the store, and finally left the building at midnight. MIDNIGHT!!! The closing left a lot to be desired... however, I do not keep this blog to simply bitch about work. Are you wondering yet why this is titled my best worst day ever? well, as the day has unfolded, I reiterate what I said in my previous blog... I am exactly where I am supposed to be in life. I could bitch about my job all day long, but in the end, I LOVE IT. Truly, I am good at what I do and it fulfills something in me I didn't know existed. Is my job like a lover to me? I know that sounds a little pathetic, but think about it. A lover gives such joy, such elation... fulfills needs that you may not have known you had. You want to be with your lover when you are away, and think about them often. You obsess over ways to return the favor to your lover, ways to keep them as happy as you are. You bitch and moan about their faults and moments when they piss you off, but you'll always go back. We don't complain about the things or people who aren't important to us... because it doesn't matter... they don't matter. When I am off on a rant about something, I know it must mean something to me. So, while work is not actually my lover... and hopefully 2010 will bring one of those... the metaphor will remain... work is my lover... the lover who can make even the worst day, the best.