Now don’t get me wrong, I like breaks and vacations and stuff. Time off to do whatever I want is a good thing.  Still, I’m pretty relieved to go back to work today. I’ve had days to putz around and that has been plenty enough time for me.  I think in about a month or so, I’m going to be missing those putzing around days.  Anyway, this hardly means my life revolves around work.  My life is all knitting all the time.  But here’s something that I realized recently: I don’t hate my job. (Initially typed: “I enjoy my job.” Thought better of it. That’s too strong a sentiment.) It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that and at least for the time being, I mostly look forward to going each day. The first time I realized this was on my way to work one morning (last month). In traffic! I was belting out tune after tune and otherwise enjoying the drive. WTF was wrong with me!? Possible explanations: 1) I had one too many cups of joe 2) That latest music cd I’ve been listening to r0×0rs 3) My hormones were in perfect balance and harmony. Whatever it was, I was actually looking forward to seeing the same crazy people I’d been seeing day in and day out. This post does not negate the rants. The work is still crappy, the people are still crazy, but I think they’re mostly good people.