Doin' the Happy Dance

So what's the big secret?

Am I going north to drop in on Temujin, even though he came to Kelowna and didn't visit me?

No that'd be nice. But how does that improve my life?

Did I win a lottery?

No, that'd be nice too. But the site would be a lot fancier, and there'd be a lot of "Ha Ha! I'm so damn rich and you're not!" posts, so no that's not it either.

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I went and got myself a better job. Big deal, you say. Fine, I say. I didn't ask you to come over here and rain on my parade, now did I?

I did say that it was important to me, and important to my family. With my current job I drive back and forth every day from Kelowna to Penticton, robbing me of about one and a half to two hours of my day commuting.

OK my commute kind of looks like this, so I shouldn't be complaining (this photo doesn't do the view justice, especially in fall.)



But now I'm doing the happy dance!

New job, closer to home, more money, better organization (lots more impressive on business cards!), better title, my own stinkin' office (wooooo!) and the ability to threaten friends of mine with poking into their files of past business dealings and results with said organization. And all I have to do is take the body blows when the non-financial-speaking revenue producers are called on the carpet to explain to the budget chiefs in Vancouver why they're spending so much damn money. All this and Excel models, too!

WOOOOOO!

It's funny. Thinking back to when Rue, the little princesses and I moved here over a year ago, this was the exact job I had envisioned myself having, and with this organization too. I guess Rue's right. A little positive thinking can go a long way. And a man can accomplish great personal things if he has the right person supporting him every step of the way.

Thanks, hon!

Did I forget to say WOOOOOO!