One of those days.
Today was one of those days when I just did not want to go to work. Don't get me wrong, I don't love my job. I don't hate it, but I don't get up in the morning and go " oh goody, goody I can go to that lovely elevator, eat dust and spend my day at this place that is slowly draining away my will to live. I got up tired and it just got worse the closer I got to the elevator. Sitting in the locker room, smelling grain dust and sweat, with my work boots on and one leg already encased by dirty coveralls, thinking about how great my bed felt when I dragged my tired body out of it at 5:58 a.m., I almost got back in my street cloths and left. Somehow I stayed. I would like to say that it got better...it didn't. It didn't get worse, but it didn't get better. When I have a day like that I spend some time in my office and stare at my wall of fame...pictures of my grandsons. If those faces can't keep you going, your just not alive. What a pair. Thanks Becky and Melissa. I know you didn't do it for me, but those are the best gifts this grandpa ever got.