I never talk about work here but today I will make an exception.
I had lunch with a friend yesterday and said "I'm so happy at work lately that I don't know if it could get any better. And if it does, wow, I am excited to see what that looks like."
THAT is a good feeling.
Today was Fruit Day at work. My division of my company is so awesome that they buy us fruit to eat, because they want us to be healthy. So on Thursday, when we are all in the office (because we get to work at home two days a week), we get fruit. Isn't that cute? (They also pay for my gym membership. Yes, they do!)
We came back from lunch and our big bunch of bananas was GONE! Obviously someone from one on the fruit-free divisions who surround us was jealous of our fine fruit! Scandalous!
Rachel and I went hunting for our bananas like chimps on a rampage. We decided that if someone were stupid enough to steal our bananas, they might be stupid enough to store them in one of the three refrigerators in our kitchen area.
We opened the first fridge and got knocked back a few feet. It was like the gates of hell had opened and we got a whiff of one of Satan's farts.
What IS that? It is a funk that only an office fridge can produce, a fridge shared by 200 people, none of whom want to take responsibility for That Thing rotting in the corner.
Rachel and I hightailed it back to our cubicles, bananaless but thankful that we had all pitched in about 6 months ago and bought our own little, funk-free fridge.