Fridays . . .

So it's Friday. The day I have off from camp this week. Reward for working the 7-5 M-Th shift. Reward for leaving my house at six-thirty each morning. My day off.

And I miss camp already. I miss the kids, I miss the counselors, I miss the kickball, the swimming, the snot-dripping noses, the constant whine of "how long till lunch," always asked just after morning snack. I miss the insanity, I miss the chaos, I miss the fun. I miss the energy the kids give me, and the complete and utter exhaustion I feel at the end of the day when the last camper has finally been picked up. I miss watching the guys peg the kids in kickball, dodgeball, and any other game where they can legitimately get away with throwing balls at the campers.

It really is pathetic. I just feel lazy. Pathetic as it is, I translate this into one short, yet very important concept: I love my job. And that is not pathetic at all.



"Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work." --Aristotle

"Never continue in a job you don't enjoy. If you're happy in what you're doing, you'll like yourself, you'll have inner peace. And if you have that, along with physical health, you will have had more success than you could possibly have imagined." --Johnny Carson

If you love your job, you will never work a day of your life . . .