work.

Today there was a fundraiser breakfast at work with made-to-order omelets, biscuits and gravy and donuts. Not to mention breakfast burritos, bloody marys and mimosas. That’s right — bloody marys and mimosas at work. At 9 a.m. After breakfast was had, my team watched an hour of Predator. The movie. At work.

We worked today, too. Of course. But it doesn’t really feel like working. Not the way that I’m used to working feeling like — like a slow, drawn-out, suck-the-life-out-of-you process. Instead it’s refreshing and revitalizing and energizing and ridiculously fun. And when someone barks down the hall (which is what just happened) someone else yells out “What the F was that,” and then someone yells back, “A monkey.”
This is where I work.