My job is kind of awful some days.  I deal with some pretty terrible stuff, and by terrible I don’t mean I get whiny customers…I mean death….more specifically child death and that is only one part of the bad.  Literally, my job would possibly kill anyone who wasn’t me.  Despite the sad things though I manage to (mostly) maintain my happy and bright attitude (I’m not always positive, but can manage a smile for anyone).

Yesterday was one of the reasons that I don’t mind the bad things.  Actually written into my job description are possibly the 2 best and most rewarding jobs in the world!

During the summer I get to arrange a trip for my team (the team I pretend I am in control of and make them do what I want by being wholey inappropriate and making them laugh – it works well!) and up to 200 families of disabled children to a (local) destination of my choice.  This year….I chose the zoo!!

I adore the zoo!  It’s the best place for bad jokes, to pretend you’re a child (I got a free ice cream!) and to get hit on by a 16 year old boy with downs syndrome.  Apparently I was flirting with him.  He groped me.  I laughed.  There’s clearly a lot more wrong with me than we first thought.

During the winter I get to arrange a Christmas party…much like the summer day but it includes the big guy with the white beard and red suit, face painting and presents!

Sometimes that’s all it takes to make up for the days where a child dies.

Listening to Tinie Tempah – Written in the Stars

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