It has been a long week.  Long. And…long.  And yet short. Isn’t that always the way?  When you’re in it, you think “how could it only be fifteen minutes? Haven’t I been sitting here for a couple of hours now?” and then all of a sudden you’re all “hang on, it’s time to stop for the day already? What the hell? Where did the time go?”  And even though the week has been long and I’m rocking a severe case of Mouse-Shoulder (whoever thought it was a good idea to pair a desk chair with arms and a desk with a slidey outy keyboard tray must have been high), I feel almost nourished by the work I’ve been doing.  Okay that’s a weird metaphor.  Let’s try a simile.  This has been a long week of work, work and…wait for it…more work.  I’ve spent all week sitting in our office looking for work, retooling websites and pages (for work, not so much for here) and yet, I feel oddly satisfied–like I just ate a plate full of spaghetti and stopped at just the right moment (happily full but not yet about to barf).

It’s geeky but I truly love working, even when the monetary rewards aren’t flowing in as heavily as I’d like.  I like a job well done.  I like putting in the work, doing the drafts and implementing feedback.  I do! Have you not yet figured out that I am a ginormous nerd?

In completely unrelated asides: I cannot get enough of the Halo/Walking on Sunshine mashup from Glee.  It is on repeat in my brain.  So is Beyonce’s Single Ladies.

What was I saying?

Oh right, a job well done.  I appreciate it.  It’s why I’m okay with getting down on my hands and knees to wash the kitchen and bathroom floors the “real” way (pffft, I use my swiffer to clean off my kitchen cabinets and the wall above the shower) every week.  It’s why I don’t mind making the bed most days.  It’s why I still fold shirts the way I did when I worked as a t-shirt pusher at a certain souvenir shop in a certain hotel/casino in a certain tourist destination.  That and, well, you try folding t-shirts for eight hours a day five days a week for two years and see how easily you go back to the non-t-shirt-shop way of folding.  It’s why I don’t mind spending a week pulling apart copy and then re-pulling and tweaking and resubmitting and then rearranging and revising one more time.  I like going back and looking at my first drafts and seeing how far I’ve gotten the words to come.

Because I’m a nerd! This is what we do!

I’m looking forward to trying the same thing during NaBloPoMo.

Hurry up NaBloPoMo!

And also? I think I’m going to spend the weekend knitting on the couch.  Because I keep meaning to pick up the yarn again but instead I’ve spent every evening doing work stuff.  Except for last night.  Because nothing gets in the way of Grey’s Anatomy in this house.

*The Beatles! Who else?