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I hate days like this.
Yesterday marked the two-year anniversary of my employment in my first and only full-time, permanent position. And even after two years, I still find that pretty damn awesome. Sure, I'm not immune to the typical complaints about work that everyone has. There are times I want to strangle people I work with, and there are days when I don't want to go or even get out of bed. But after so many years of not being able to get employers to put their faith in me, to believe that I even can work... yeah, I'm thrilled to have a job to not want to go to.
But even though I've now proven I am able to work, my gimpyness still rears its ugly head at times. There are days like today, when what seem like simple office tasks to many are so physically demanding on my body that I expend all the energy I have very early in the day. When I find myself actually starting to cry when I look at the clock, because there are still two hours left until I can go home. When my legs are so cramped up I can barely walk, my hands shake uncontrollably, and my "mousing toe" cramps at the very thought of having to click the mouse button one more time. When I have a family function to attend after work, and I know I'm just going to plop into a chair and pass out as soon as I get there...
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