.:Happy Dance:.

Yes, despite a hellish few weeks at work, our heroine has plenty to be happy about. Hmmm… wonder what that could be?

It could be the fact I've seen my special guy two days in a row. Going back to swing shift means I can meet him for lunch! It's better than not seeing him for three weeks (that was actually pretty tough on me). Oh, but a lunch break isn't all that long, you say. And you'd be correct. But let me put it this way: There aren't enough hours in the day. Read that any way you'd like, but it wasn't intended to send the mind screaming into the gutter. At least not right off. Lunch and conversation, OK? Sheesh. Yes, I'm going all sappy and romantic and stuff, which can be kind of scary (or sickening, depending on your point of view) but dammit, this is what being in love is supposed to feel like, and I'm going to enjoy this.

But, there's nothing like being in a great mood and then having people at work piss in your Cheerios the second you bounce through the door. Oddly enough, I've still managed to be relatively upbeat about stuff. That's what happens when the personal life is fabulous. If anyone is actually reading this, I'm beating a dead horse. But forgive me for being happy when just a few months ago, my imperfect little world came crashing to a halt and went spinning off into the abyss.

It's kind of funny — today, JB asked me how things were going. I asked if he meant personally or professionally. He said, "Well, professionally. You won't shut up about how great the personal life is." We both got a good laugh out of that. He is right; it's made a tremendous difference in my attitude. It's not even a matter of retreating to my "happy place" when the shit hits the fan; it's all about knowing that anything that comes up at work can be handled with a little bit of perseverance. Why panic? Put your head down and get shit done. That's all you can do with anything, really. Bear down and get through it. Having a good life away from work definitely helps.

Also, I've been through enough redesigns to know that bad things will happen. People will be upset because things have changed — internally and externally. You ask for patience and you get things sorted out as best you can. I will admit, it is scary being the person look to for answers since the higher ups didn't follow through on a lot of things…

It's amazing the way it feels like things are coming together. The job is going well; the love life … heh, do ya think that's going well? And now I'm moving. The move will pretty much close the book on my old life. I didn't really want to move at first, but I think this will be good. I can save some money, and it will be nice to have fewer bills. As a general rule, I hate moving, and I really don't want to have to move again until … well, I'll just say it would require a life-changing event.

But yeah. Work. I don't hate my job, not by a long stretch. I don't like the fact that there's a serious lack of communication, or that not everyone takes pride in their work. I can't do things half-assed. Just is not even a consideration. And when I make a mistake, I own up to it. I believe in accountability in all things. I guess I'm just funny that way.

Anyway, this has turned into enough of a ramble (been doing that a lot lately, just not in this space). I should go to bed, but I'm actually too excited/happy to want to do that. And I think that's kinda neat.