I have a job I enjoy, but I recognize I'm not changing the world or anything. I won't bore you with the details (now or ever), but it's nice to like (sometimes even love) the place I go everyday, the people I spend all day with, and the things I do there. I've been with my company for 11 years. My intelligence and sense of humor are equally necessary and valued. I have never felt that I needed to be defined by my career or that I needed to make money doing something that is my greatest passion in life. I respect people who do feel that way and have figured out how to make it happen, but it's just not my own way of approaching work and life.
I seem to walk the fine and awkward line between cynicism and unbridled, ill-advised optimism with the precision of a gymnast and the enthusiasm level of an 18-year old housecat.
I appreciate and often employ sarcasm but not so much the mean-spirited variety (unless it's well deserved, which it so often seems to be on here these days. Consider yourselves warned, mkay?).
I tend to see too many sides to every story/subject, but there are a small handful of subjects about which I do not waiver (you know, typical liberal soapbox shit). There is no sound more infuriating than a loud chewer, except a loud chewer who is also a mouth-breather. Please do not be either of those things. I have the analytical mind of a detective. It's kind of unfortunate because I think ignorance might be bliss. I can seriously throwdown in the kitchen but dishwashing is the worst. I am not an insomniac, but a willful avoider of going to sleep at an appropriate hour, for no reason I've been able to discern so far.