I use to have a plaque in my personal bathroom at work, given to me by one of my sassy senior citizens. I heard that. "Personal" bathroom? you muttered, no doubt envisioning gold fixtures and a skylight. Uh, no. I don't have that kind of job. Actually it's a single toilet in a room the size of a coat closet, right off the kitchen...for the "help". It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic. So as Director, and the entire staff, that "help" is me. So my only perk is a "private restroom". It's a good thing I'm economy size, because it's one of those super low to the ground models. Think elementary school. Did I mention I'm also the Janitor?
Sorry, I digress.
Unfortunately renovations still haven't returned my personal space back to working order. Years ago the tree outside the window got attached to the plumbing. Literally. So the tree was cut down and the stump removed. Workmen said they'd be "right back" to fix the plumbing problem. That was over a year ago.
Yesterday I noticed the tree is coming back. Someone missed a root.
I've always been one of those people that if I can find the humor in something, I know things will be okay in the long run. And so, as I wait for my bathroom to once again join the workforce, I have moved the plaque to my office. It's in a hidden space where only I can see it. Frankly it's stupid, but it makes me laugh. Why? Because no matter how miserable I might be in the moment, the last guy on the end reminds me that life is not all work....
....and Fun is outside,
waiting on me to find it.