A bad day at work!

Today was a terrible, terrible day with a too few bright spots. One bright spot - a friend came to visit at work and I got to see her oh-so-cute little girl that just melts me (She has beautiful eyes and a to-die-for smile). Two, I got my cute cards from my friend (she is FANTASTIC with designing her cards). Three, we may have a chance at another camp spot at Nunns Park (I'm keeping my fingers crossed because I need a little get-a-way). Tim, Ster and Duke have worked real hard to try to cheer me up - but the thoughts of me going back to the torture chamber just bums me out.

Is it sad that I know I have to work about 7,650 more days until I can retire? And that if I want to collect my retirement through work I have to work about 3,600 more days? I've already taken out the holidays and the vacations days I get. And unless we win the lottery, there really isn't much chance that the numbers will go down. How depressing.

But I'm trying to remind myself that it could be worse. I also have to remind myself that it is only a job.

It WILL get better!