Like a job that
(even on the day before a major holiday,
as all who call in say "I'm so sorry you have to work!"
before they say hello,
even though they're working, also, it seems)
Provides unlimited Post-Its and
Lets me freely drink the world's best iced coffee
(with the world's cheesiest misspellings) and
Listen to the best Ben Folds covers on Pandora
(thanks for PC and auxiliary speakers) and
Put out pictures of my friends (like Balint)
and my nephew(s) (like Henry)
(both who I'm more than just thankful for, I'm humbled to know) and
(occasionally)
Write a blog entry on my noon hour.
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