I don't think I have said this lately, but
I LOVE MY JOB!
The actual "job" stresses me out because I never know what the heck I'm doing. In fact, I think everytime Jeff has ever called me at work, I end the conversation with "I gotta go. I'm filling out this form and I don't know what the heck I'm doing."
The LOVE is for everything that comes with the job.
Mr. Funny's stories about his 89 year old uncle leaving the car trunk open and then after a night of rain, ice, and snow....he needs his suitcase, that is now frozen in a block of ice.
The guy that is so calm and quiet and then in a somewhat normal conversation between two men about their chest hair, he claims he doesn't have any and casually slips in the quiet comment "like I always say, you don't grow grass on a playground", rubs his chest and keeps on talking.
The shoe game. Well, it's a game I play by myself. While I'm trying to figure out what the heck I'm doing at my desk, I pretend I'm blind and by listening to the shoes, I guess who it is and where they are going. It's a small office. It's a quick game.
AND then there are times like tonight.
I facilitated an interview, after work hours, between a "guy" in person and a guy on the phone. During the interview, "the guy" with me ignored about 20 calls from his boss, "X", from his current job.
At the conclusion, I escorted "the guy" to the door. He left, I packed up my things, and set the alarm. As I'm locking the door, "the guy" calls.
"I have GPS in my company truck and "X" tracked me to your office."
I looked toward the empty parking lot containing just my car and I see "the guy's" company truck across the street.
"That's crazy! I see your truck. Are you parked across the street?"
"No! I'm on the interstate. That is "X"!"
I lock the office and get in my car, lock the doors and then stare down "X", as he drives up and down the street and circles me in the adjacent parking lots.
I called the phone guy, "you won't believe what is happening......."
"Have you locked the office yet?"
"Yes, I'm in my car watching him. I wonder what he is going to do..."
"You need to roll."
So I did.
And the excitement of being 1/2 way involved in a stalking kept me thrilled the rest of the night.