The Perfect Day Job

I'd like to have it, as the one I have is not quite perfect. Or even close.

So, if I can't (at least for now) do what I dream of (full-time musician and teacher), here's what I'd like in the perfect day job:

• To be paid at market for the position I'm in and the work I'm doing (I'm not looking for a million bucks here, people)
• To work with people I love (I've got this now and it's what helps me get out of bed in the morning) (well, that and the cat's snoring)
• To have a short commute
• To have flexible work hours
• To be able to telecommute from home when I need/want to
• To be doing something that actually helps people
• To be in a blissfully non-"matrixed" organization
• To be in a positive, happy environment and when that's not possible, to at least see a light at the end of the tunnel
• To not have to work in an environment that's processed to death (I swear sometimes that it's worse than American cheese product)
• To just have one main job to focus on, not a million zillion main jobs to focus on
• To have an accessible manager
• To be included on important decisions
• To feel appreciated and valued
• To receive training and coaching
• To have sufficient staff
• To work in a team-based environment
• To not be micro-managed
• To work in a nice building (I've got that too, and it really does make a difference)
• To have free parking (ditto!)

There's more, I know, but I have to get back to work now!

P.S. My husband, Mr. Zigkvetch, is the awesomest guy in the world. He cooked dinner for my friend and me and brought it to us here in prison, er, the office. He even made ROLLS! And wrapped them up so they'd stay warm! Rules.

HI!

It's 2 am and I'm still at work!

Isn't that fabulous?

I'm getting loopier by the minute, so I think I'll go home now.

Wheee!

Ha!

(Like I could resist posting this one)

There once was a powerful Japanese emperor who needed a new chief samurai. So he sent out a declaration throughout the entire known world that he was searching for a chief. A year passed, and only three people applied for the very demanding position: a Japanese samurai, a Chinese samurai, and a Jewish samurai.

The emperor asked the Japanese samurai to come in and demonstrate why he should be the chief samurai. The Japanese samurai opened a matchbox, and out popped a bumblebee. Whoosh! went his sword. The bumblebee dropped dead, chopped in half. The emperor exclaimed, "That is very impressive!"

The emperor then issued the same challenge to the Chinese samurai, to come in and demonstrate why he should be chosen. The Chinese samurai also opened a matchbox and out buzzed a fly. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The fly dropped dead, chopped into four small pieces.The emperor exclaimed, "That is very impressive!"

Now the emperor turned to the Jewish samurai, and asked him to demonstrate why he should be the chief samurai. The Jewish Samurai opened a matchbox, and out flew a gnat. His flashing sword went Whoosh! But the gnat was still alive and flying around.The emperor, obviously disappointed, said, "Very ambitious, but why is that gnat not dead?"The Jewish Samurai just smiled and said, "Circumcision is not meant to kill".

It's been a long time, my friends!

Who I'm speaking to at this point, I have no idea.

I've been AWOL for quite some time and I've been itching to get back into my sweet polka-dotted blog.

I'm watching the Food Network, as usual, and Sandra Lee is driving me right up a wall. Who gave this woman a job? Speaking of food...

Thanksgiving was a huge success. I base our success on the following:

• We don't even enter the realm of the possibility of running out of food and drink. check!
• People pass out from the sheer volume of intake. check!
• There are at least 3 different kinds of cheese making an appearance. check!
• Somebody burps or snores. check!
• You are able to give each guest enough food for another 3 meals to take home with them and are still left with a ridiculous amount of leftovers. check!

And so there you have it- a happy Thanksgiving was had by all.