My 10th anniversary came up again last night at the company picnic. Unbeknownst to me, I was the guest of honor, and my family was invited to attend in a This is Your Life fashion.
I don't know what to say. That I was surprised is an understatement. I never expected anything for the anniversary, which is why the flowers were so nice (apparently, they were intended as a diversionary tactic, which was completely unnecessary. With my attention span, they could have dangled string with the same effect and saved some money).
That I am gratified is an understatement. I have enjoyed my time at Florists' Review so much precisely because I feel appreciated there. Heck, a simple thank you and two Oreos were enough to get me to wash a week's worth of dorm dishes. A whole cake? With my picture on it, too? Well, who knows what I'll do now? (Most likely just the same stuff. Personality Type B and all)
I have the best job in the world. Since I started as a temp, and they had to create a position for me in order to keep me, through the years I have picked up all kinds of tasks I like. My job is a complete hodge-podge of things that make me happy that no one else had time or desire to do. My biggest fear is they will realize how easy I have it and hire a monkey to fill the position. I wouldn't work for bananas. Oreos, yes. Bananas, no. Well, Oreos and cat food.
This then is my conclusion in the matter: love God, serve others, and be content. The rest will sort itself out. There may even be cake.
That's all I have to say about that.