Joe Is Really Cool And I Love My Job.
Posted by Roberta Lipp on September 1, 2006
True to form, the mood of my previous post did not last. Later that night I picked a “fight” with Joe… I allowed my agitation to really surface. (and passed it along.) This thing, this he and I thing, has its hiccups, the least of which is not the geographical distance. After a great talk, (and it was a great talk, because he’s really great, and, well I’m really great too) I was breathing better.
Literally. I woke up the next morning finally feeling physically improved. I’d been on the phone til around 2, but at work I had energy for the first time in a week. It’s incredible what a little release can do for a body. It’s been a sluggish recovery, and I’m still feeling it in my chest, but I am fully functional.
Which, yay for that, because I’m driving down to see him tomorrow. And naturally I was concerned I would be too sick to go, or too sick to drive there safely, but it’s all good. And I just found out today my office will close at noon, so yay again.
Yay.
And I am truly doing great at work. (Is this becoming the most boring blog ever? Am I just one sad step, [and a baby], away from being a mommyblogger? Should I just scrap Roberta’s Voice and rename this Joe Is Really Cool And I Love My Job?)
I love my job. My non-boss-but-sort-of and I were talking today and I mentioned how I am always poor and we started talking about how I will absolutely be up for more money when the time comes. The ease with which we discussed this… it’s so obvious what an important addition I am to this office. I have never been in a situation remotely like this. I am bringing so much to this place, so much that they needed. That we need. My skills and talents are making it a better and ultimately a more successful company. And everyone knows it. That all makes it fun to go to work.
So I am packed, and uhh, yeah. Weekend with Joe. Pretty psyched. Spent 45 minutes trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow.
(I am so lying. I spent all day thinking about it, actually sweating it. 45 minutes was just time spent physically pulling things out of the closet and considering them and throwing one or two of them on.)
(And for the record, what I landed on couldn’t be less impressive. Just saying.)
Time for bed.
Seymour, MSW said
On my date last night, I was complemented on my ability to add flava to my nouns. (eg: “my non-boss-but-sort-of.”)
I responded: “Yeah… that’s all my friend Roberta!”
We were approaching the Christopher Street Pier when I said it, and it was very beautiful.
Like you.
“Joe is Really Cool and I Love My Job” IS my kind of title, but you’d have to modify it a bit. How ’bout adding “On Tuesdays, Fridays, and Every Other Weekend” as a prefix?