I closed my desk drawer, and it was such a satisfying noise that I was grateful.
I am grateful for a job in this still-struggling economy.
I am especially grateful for this job, working with wounded warriors.
I closed my desk drawer, and for a second, realized that all of it … the fear about the future, the angst of being unemployed for three years … has gone.
A co-worker receiving an armload of new office supplies giggled that she truly likes office stuff. She almost apologized for making such a bold assertion about Sharpies and a tape dispenser and such.
No apologies necessary.
A good job in this country, in this time, is a blessing.
I will do everything I can to help wounded warriors find this peace too.
I want every job seeker in this country to be fully employed, but I wonder. Why can’t we all do more to make that happen?