Tonight I came home to find my entire block awash in darkness, with only the occasional light of a flashlight or a flickering candle. But, my house? The security light came on as expected, and the warm glow of the my living room lamp welcomed me home. Lucky me.
The other day one of my peers who works at another location called me simply because she needed to talk to someone outside of the situation who would understand, and mostly who liked her. She has the staff from hell who constantly are playing political games to get out of doing their job, and when they actually do have to work, they complain constantly. Me? Well, I inherited a truly awesome staff. They think about how to do their jobs better, and are unendingly pleasant and patient with even the most surly customer. And they are incredibly kind and generous to me, their novice manager. Lucky me.
Monday night I had the privilege of seeing Leonard Cohen perform possibly the most amazing concert I’ve ever experienced. I scored great seats and went with four wonderful friends and my man of over a decade (about whom I sometimes complain, but he would do almost anything for me and he’s just a really good hearted person). Lucky me.
In these crazy economic times, I have a fairly secure job making a decent living working with people who make me laugh everyday. Lucky me.
I have awesome friends, both human and furry. Lucky me.
Life is good. Lucky me.