So, I’m a stay at home dad, primary care giver for my family, sketchbook drawer, and writer. I haven’t had a full time job in close to four years, I’m not complaining about that, just an observation. But, every now and then, I do miss going into the office, and in my case, it was a studio. Not that I liked the office, but a few of my jobs, I did work with some really great people, who were fun to be around, and made going to work a not so dreadful experience.
One of the things that I found myself missing today was that feeling of working on the last day before holiday vacation started. You know, that day before you left for Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or even a long four day weekend for 4th of July. On those days, nothing was accomplished at work. There weren’t any clients, and the staff just sat around joking, and goofing off. At one job, I found a way for us to bowl down a hallway. At another, a colleague set up the TV in the conference room to watch “Sunny in Philadelphia.”
Those were silly last days. Joyful, and giddy. Everyone was in a good mood, and the few clients that did come around were regulars, and took part in the fun with us. It felt like we were getting away with something.
