she also likes to work

I was going to be all secretive and confide about something: i like my job.

I know I know! I shouldn't! How lame! I'm a sellout! It's true! I work for 'the man'! Well, in my case, a group of conservative men. I don't mind though. Really. While much of the time I find it to be uninspiring and monotonous, I do relish coming in some days.

There's also a possibility of it growing and growing some day in the future (and by future I mean somwhere in the ballpark of two years). They like me here. They're not awkward about that. It's clear, although they don't pay me what I feel is appropriate, they compliment my 'skill set', and are continually calling on me for my educated opinions. (I fought the urge to type :) )

I am, however, wasting time -- much of the time. I believe it to be slightly compulsive, but I also know that there is a part of me that would happily invite busier times. I ENJOY working. It feels good. I found staying at home with my lovely girls to be rewarding, and yet so harrowing to quantify. "What did you accomplish today?" What a sickening question! I...uh...helped the girls survive today. We ate food....? At work there are tasks. They are completed. Someone can give me those accolades I appreciate. I move on to do more work.

Right now, it's time to move on home.