There are such definate perks to my job.
Not that this is what I want to be doing in real life. This little English major had far more grandeiose ambitions than sitting at a desk and typing appraisals all day long (not to mention that after my 6 month secretarial stint in high school, I swore up, down, and sideways that I'd never do this again).
Our office is a pretty old building masquerading as an antique shop. Due to its age and a large commodity of tall trees near the street, any time we have a good thunderstorm here, the power goes out for the rest of the day. It's fantastic. A completely unexpected mini-break.
Numerous animals run through here all day long...the Horton's hunting dog, Aleta's english setter (Dabney), and the office cat, Mr. Darcy. Most recently, we aquired an office infant, who can make more noise and cause more hubub than all of these animals combined. It's become my responsibility to keep baby Gus whenever Aleta has to go look at a house; this is usually the most fun part of my job (as you can't really do much typing while holding an infant). It's easy to sit there and get all misty eyed and nostalgic about babies.
And then there are mornings like this one, where he cried unconsolably for 2 hours. And that's when I think, Nah, motherhood can wait.
Posted by Micah Lewis at February 6, 2003 01:27 PM