Mantra: My Life IS Good

The post I really want to write is a rant concerning mostly my self-pity and whining about how my job often sucks.

But having just received an email from my friend stationed in Kuwait, waiting to go to Iraq, I feel really shallow.

My life is good. So what if I wasted an hour staying late to accomplish nothing, thus missing yet another meeting of my own knitting group? (and said group barely even exists because I so often end up missing it that when I do make it to group, no one else shows up).

So what if everyone is screaming at us because donations are down ... as if we really control the checkbooks and whims of our supposed donors? (please donate, please!)

I do not have to daily fear for my life (except perhaps when crossing the Boston streets), or put up with sand and heat and sun. I have a real bed, real food, a real shower every morning.

I'm not being shot at; I have electricity. I have a fabulous family ... and, over all, I do like my job and my co-workers.

I'm leaving now. I've been given the clear.

But I'm still highly disgruntled!