Today should have been Saturday

Today is the first day this week that the sun has been shining.  It’s a beautiful day outside and I’m grumpy about being stuck inside.  I really didn’t want to come in to work today.  It’s been a very long week. I didn’t get any writing in last night, but it was still a lovely … Continue reading “Today should have been Saturday”

Today is the first day this week that the sun has been shining.  It’s a beautiful day outside and I’m grumpy about being stuck inside.  I really didn’t want to come in to work today.  It’s been a very long week.

I didn’t get any writing in last night, but it was still a lovely evening.  Not interesting to write about, so I’m not going to say anything else about it.  But I enjoyed the evening quite a lot.

I’m having trouble writing today.  I’m tired and grumpy and just not “feelin’ it.”  It’s frustrating, though, because part of me does want to write.  I could write about training and all the things I learned about my employment situation on Monday and Tuesday (all good things).  I could write about the money situation we just got through (not all good things).  I could write about a whole host of other things like computers and television shows and my utter contempt for my body right now (so fat!).  But none of that sounds fun to write about.

What I’d really like to be doing is lounging at home on the bed, which gets excellent light in the afternoons, watching an NCIS marathon.  I never record that show, I just happen upon it sometimes and I love watching it when I do.  And that’s what I’d like to be doing right now.  Not sitting in my windowless cubicle, proofreading aircraft documentation to make sure that the drawing numbers are correct and that all the information that should be included has been included.  I’m doing a heck of a job at doing that and I’m about to go back to in as soon as my lunch is finished.  But I’d rather be comfy and lazy in the sun at home.

One last thing before I give up on writing this downer of a post:  I am very excited about being a direct employee here.  This is the first time that I am working at a company that is really willing to spend money on me.  The last couple of years, the only benefits I received from my company was based on the number of hours I had worked in the last several months—if I didn’t meet that quota, which I didn’t this last year because I took a week vacation for my honeymoon, then I didn’t get any holiday pay or any paid bonuses.  Before that, the place where I worked had a limited health benefits package that did not include eye care or dental—it was paid through a flex-spending account, which is really just money out of your own pocket, taken pre-taxes.  And before that I was in college.  At 28 years old, I finally have a company that for a very reasonable payment is going to cover medical, dental, and eye care for both me and my husband, as well as a flex spending account to help with co-payments and the rest.  I have paid holidays, paid vacation days, and paid personal days.  And that’s just some of my benefits.  I have others, like a 401(k) and bi-yearly bonuses.  It’s exciting.

But I’d still rather be in that sunbeam at home today.