i love my job.

have i ever told you how much i love my job?

it's true. i love it more than you love yours.

and that's a statement of fact.

i wonder how i got so lucky... and then i keep hard at work and carry on.

i know it's trite to say - but everyday is different

{'cept for the mandatory 10 am diet coke run}

brings me such variety... and that is what i love.

i spent a-l-l day long on conference calls with the attorney general's office yesterday... discussing how to proceed with construction before the dollar value of a piece of property is yet to be wholly negotiated.

last week i was in st. george, climbing the red rock cliffs looking for sacred native american markings. in a skirt and patent leather flats, mind you.

there was that one time i was harnessed to the back of a flat bed truck, throwing barrels along the road {i've always had that secret, or not so secret, fascination with barrels you know...} closing roads at my leisure.

or the time i met the governor.

the girls weekend in park city was pretty posh, too. talking bridges to the art loving people in the mountains was just a minor details... meeting crazy strangers, dancing with old men at harry-o's and dinner in the hotel room was pretty great, too. oh, and that balloon arch - my high school student government skillz finally paid off.

or the time i had free reign of the freeway and took the opportunity to do cartwheels across five empty lanes of i-215.

the steel-toed-boot days balance out the be-on-your-best-behavior-in-front-of-the-client days.

and then there's the people i work with. love them. we have fun.

as if that even needs to be mentioned...

i mean...... is your job that great?