Weak coffee and Reggae

This morning I arrived late to the temp job as I had an interview for another, long term temp job at a local insane asylum institute of higher learning. My entire morning routine was obliterated as I stressed over what to wear, how I'd park on campus, the fact that I didn't have bus fare, etc. Ultimately, the interview went very well, I thought, and I'm psyched at the prospect of working there for my remaining 2 months in I-town.

But by the time I got to my current temp gig, I was out of sorts and just grateful that WICB has a Reggae show on Thursday mornings, followed by 2 hours of jazz in the afternoon. And since I only had part of a cup of coffee this morning, I am drinking the weak office swill because I am an addict. There, I said it.

But you know what? Other than the fact that my cat is very annoyed at me for being gone all day (after weeks of freelancing from home), I'm very grateful that I have some place to be in the mornings. Getting out of the house is good for me, even though technically I'd rather be home doing my own thang, hanging out with Spazmodo and taking a siesta around 2 p.m. Remember my bit about "everything is an opportunity?" I remind myself every day that I am grateful for a job that provides me with a radio for listening to Reggae and weak coffee to satisfy my craving. Oh, and also, a paycheck.

While we're on the subject of being grateful, I'd like to say I'm very happy to be in touch with two old friends who I'd lost track of for many years. One of them I tracked down, the other one called me out of the blue last week. It sure is nice to have more people in my life who "knew me when" (I was young and stupid?)

Last up for today: check out a friend of mine who is also participating in NaBloPoMo, Ms. Thor.