I really am too good at what I do....somewhat. The realist and Canadian inside me can't allow me to make such a grossly self-aggrandizing statement like that without tempering it with a bit of humility. But it's true.
Today I returned to work from a week off. The first Monday back is usually a bitchslap of reality as heaps and heaps of work comes flying at me from every direction and answers are needed now NOW NOW! And then there's the realization of the fact that I print flyers for a living. Yup. Flyers. The paper that lines bird-cages and puppy training pens all over North America? That's me. *waves*
Anyways, as day 1 came to a close, I couldn't help but realize the fact that there was nothing exploding, my face had not been bitchslapped, and my co-workers did not seem frazzled or suicidal for my having been away for a week. Whaaaaa? This can't be happening. I need to pinch myself to make sure it's real, because it simply does not feel that way.
I can think of two reasons for this easy day.
#1. My co-workers are so much better at their jobs than I am, that the things I think are hard are really just a cake walk for them.
#2. I am really good at my job and at preparing people to handle my accounts when I'm away.
Hmm......Maybe a bit of both?
Either way, this day was a cake walk. And the sun was shining, so as far as Mondays go....pretty darn good.
Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to go yoga. Namaste.
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