Dumb things make me happy sometimes. Tonight, it was that I closed at work. Who knew that mopping a floor could bring so much joy?
Work gives me such a sense of accomplishment. For no apparent reason. Something about having a list of things to do and being able to go home and eat a slice of pizza with shooting pains in my legs from not having sat down from hours straight (and, ya know, the extra weight in my uterus that is currently pressing on some nerves or something).
If I survive then I’ll work again tomorrow,