Five Reasons I Like Work. Really.
Friday, July 28, 2006
It’s time again for Friday Five! Where did the week go? Well, I spent almost all my waking hours at the office, actually. My busy time is early this year. Since I like what I do mostly, it’s not too bad, but the lack of social interaction aside from in the office is starting to grate on me.
So, in an effort to be positive, I thought I’d highlight five good things about work (that don’t give away what it is I do or where I do it). Because really, it's a fun place to be, and I should remember that!
Five things that make me happy at work:
1) In the summer, when the a/c cuts off at 6:30 after chilling me a little too much all day, and I finally feel comfortable. The goose bumps go down, my eyes don’t feel quite so dry, and the papers on my desk stop their annoying flutter. And I can totally eavesdrop of the hallway conversations that I just can’t quite make out when it’s on.
2) Getting my inbox down to the twenties. This doesn’t happen every day, but with a little extra effort, I think I can get there. My ultimate goal is to keep it at a level which allows me to have the preview screen up but not have to scroll up or down to see all the pending emails. I LOVE when that happens. A little too much to be normal, I think.
3) Going out nearly every day for coffee with a colleague who cracks me up and will totally gossip about work stuff to a fun degree (though she always remains appropriate since she is technically my boss. I call it the daily dish.)
4) The near-daily check-in with my assistant in which we wind up laughing so hard we sometimes wind up with sore tummies and wet eyes. Also, the fact that we often trade emails with foul language, as in “I have the f****** pdf here” and “Why is this a**hole emailing us about this again?” Is this normal? Am I red flagged by IT? Who cares? We have fun.
5) When my boss walks out into the hall and announces that “the bar is open”. Not daily, of course. Not even weekly. But when it happens, it’s great. And I guess this technically counts as six, but whatever, it’s kind of related: opening up the mini fridge in the conference room on our corridor and, with the exception of like two times, seeing beer in there.
So, in an effort to be positive, I thought I’d highlight five good things about work (that don’t give away what it is I do or where I do it). Because really, it's a fun place to be, and I should remember that!
Five things that make me happy at work:
1) In the summer, when the a/c cuts off at 6:30 after chilling me a little too much all day, and I finally feel comfortable. The goose bumps go down, my eyes don’t feel quite so dry, and the papers on my desk stop their annoying flutter. And I can totally eavesdrop of the hallway conversations that I just can’t quite make out when it’s on.
2) Getting my inbox down to the twenties. This doesn’t happen every day, but with a little extra effort, I think I can get there. My ultimate goal is to keep it at a level which allows me to have the preview screen up but not have to scroll up or down to see all the pending emails. I LOVE when that happens. A little too much to be normal, I think.
3) Going out nearly every day for coffee with a colleague who cracks me up and will totally gossip about work stuff to a fun degree (though she always remains appropriate since she is technically my boss. I call it the daily dish.)
4) The near-daily check-in with my assistant in which we wind up laughing so hard we sometimes wind up with sore tummies and wet eyes. Also, the fact that we often trade emails with foul language, as in “I have the f****** pdf here” and “Why is this a**hole emailing us about this again?” Is this normal? Am I red flagged by IT? Who cares? We have fun.
5) When my boss walks out into the hall and announces that “the bar is open”. Not daily, of course. Not even weekly. But when it happens, it’s great. And I guess this technically counts as six, but whatever, it’s kind of related: opening up the mini fridge in the conference room on our corridor and, with the exception of like two times, seeing beer in there.