Today, on day nine, I am thankful for my job. Actually, I’m thankful that I even have a job in this crazy economy. But more than that, I’m thankful that I have a job that is rarely boring.
I’m thankful for days like today, when I came to work with a strict schedule and a long to-do list, only to drop everything to work with a local news station on a story about childhood obesity. I’m a total news nerd, so there’s something exciting about contributing to the day’s news, and it is always fun to be involved behind the scenes. There is no better feeling than to stretch out on your couch to watch the 10:00 news after a long work day and to know that the lead story was something you dreamed up while taking your shower that morning.
It doesn’t hurt when that news story involves cute, blond-haired babies.
At work I have gotten to throw big parties, worked with some of the best chefs and photographers, and rubbed shoulders with some extremely creative folks. I’ve gotten to work the finish line at my favorite marathon and pitch stories for my local women’s shelter. I’ve attended 100 galas and met local celebrities. Soon I will get to dress as Mrs. Santa Claus and hand out ice Christmas cookies to my coworkers’ children. I get to see my writing in print on a regular basis, and I have convinced my husband to drive by and wave at my billboards as we pass them on the freeway.
All those keep life interesting, but yesterday was one of my highlights. I got this in the mail: