My (not-so-secret) Secret

I absolutely love to be utterly, crazy-assed busy. I do. No matter how much I bitch and moan (and I admit that I do probably more than my fair share), I thrive under the pressure. As a high school student, my Mom once marveled that my grades were better the busier I was. Take for example the quarter I had school, confirmation, musical, work, and volleyball. It was, perhaps, my best academic quarter! (And for those of you who noticed volleyball in there, it is not a lie. It only lasted the one season.)

So now that work is insanely busy; now that I worked 12-16 hours over the weekend...including during Dante's football game; now that I set an alarm for 4:30 this morning and was at my desk by 6, I can still say that. I. Love. To. Be. Busy!

I had a work "date" with my boss last night. We have a big presentation this morning that we found out about late last week. We were checking in around 10pm to see what else needed to be done. She thanked me profusely (in capital letters, no less) and called me a "life saver" due to my willingness to help and the hours I've worked to do it. I love that.

Phil will easily guess what's coming next.

I also love this because my GOD how it makes my performance review THAT MUCH MORE AWESOME! For those of you who don't know, I heart performance reviews. I have never, not once in my life, experienced any kind of trepidation over a review. It is an opportunity, at least once a year, for me to revel in kind, wonderful things being said about - and to - me. I have said many times that I don't work for the job I have. I have it...it's not a challenge or a goal to be attained anymore. I work for the job I want. The next job. And the next job I want is my boss' job (she knows this).

So, on this chilly September Monday morning, I say to you, I am looking forward to this day!