I’m one of the lucky ones. Out of the now millions who have been laid off this year, I was lucky enough to snag a decent position and get out of the cesspool that is unemployment. And to date, I think I have landed well. I have pretty cool coworkers, decent responsibilities, managed to get a title bump and a respectable raise. Overall, can’t really complain.
Ok, maybe you know me too well. I can always complain! Not necessarily about work, although I am not stoked about having to work both Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas. Seriously though, I have a job, which is far more than I had two weeks ago. So I will grunt and bear it. The part I can complain about is the fact that I woke up sick this morning! Sparing the details I have a version of the flu that doesn’t affect the head or chest. There are certainly worse things to have! Besides the consequences of this particular ailment aren’t all bad, I mean once the pain and nausea go away. I can also complain that for as much as I would like to be, I am not in bed. I heart bed. I miss bed… Its not Thanksgiving anymore, I don’t have to be thankful!
But I am thankful about a recent conversation with family friends. My roomies and I have a little extra protection from the boys in blue. Turns out they check on us frequently, along with several other friends, just to make sure we’re safe.
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