Today was my 10th anniversary at work.
I'd forgotten, mostly because I count my anniversary from three months ago. I was hired as a temp. I knew from the first week I wanted to stay and work with those crazy, wonderful, really crazy people.
They must have felt the same way because they promoted me to full time September 15. Hence, the anniversary.
The surprise, however, was not that it was my anniversary. It was the flowers.
Thanks to the current economic stress (that was very PC of me, wasn't it?), no one was getting flowers for birthdays or anniversaries this year.
I got flowers, because it's my 10th. What pretty flowers they are, too.
Hot pink roses, fuschia zinnias, lime green button mums, coral carnations, and tiny white marguerite daisies. It's a small arrangement, but full of color and cheer. No ranunculi, but I'm not a flower snob. I love the garden varieties. I'd grow them myself if I had a yard with some sun exposure.
I don't usually like surprises, even good ones, but this one I liked.
I don't know where I'll be in ten years. I have some opinions, but I'll leave the future to God since
He's already there. I do know, for the most part, I've enjoyed the last ten. Thanks to everyone who's been a part of that.
But don't think I'm sharing the flowers. Those are mine.