Life in a Barn

It’s really hard to sit here and think of all of the wonderful things going on in my life when Shelby is going through such a hard phase.  I have two jobs when some have none,  I have a pretty nice roof over my head, even if it is a little bit messy, and I met a man that makes me want to delete my earlier blogs about anything mean I have ever said about men.  I’m waking up earlier, I’m working harder, and finally feeling a little bit of hope after so many years of going through the motions.

But enough of that corny crap.

Today I received an email from our volunteer coordinator asking all of the staff to contribute a little something to the volunteer newsletter.  Now, the only reason I got this email is because I am of course, on the staff email list, but who wants to hear about bookkeeping?  I did, however, think of some topics for articles I could write over the next few months about working in the barn office:

1.        How many times in one month can I get all the way to the bank to make the deposit, only to realize I left half the checks in my copy machine back at the office?

2.       The office door isn’t for decoration…it’s to keep the freezing cold air from blasting into my cubicle.  That’s not nose hair, it’s icicles.

3.       While we are on the subject of doors, even though you can’t see me through the cubicle wall, my head is only a foot away from the door you just slammed.  I’m wearing my coffee and having chest pains now, thanks.
4.   My name is NOT “where’s Rosco today?”, it’s Lindsay.

5.       I’m onto you.  “You look tired, do you take a vitamin?” really means “YIKES, you look like CRAP!”

In short though, I have one of the best jobs in the world.  I have a fantastic boss, a gorgeous view out the window, and a whole herd of angels dressed up as horses at my disposal.  I’ve met some of the cutest kids ever known to man, and the smell of hay and leather combined is an instant high.   I am truly blessed to be working there and have never had even the slightest regret.