Cat Vomit

That pretty much sums up my day. And Daphne did puke four times tonight. The dental cat treats caused gastric pyrotechnics in a pretty green shade. Ew. And the funny thing about cats is that they can't clean up their own spew. Awesome.

Unless you live under a rock in a hut in some Third World underdeveloped country whose name has changed several times in the past ten years, you know that I love my job. I have my days, like any other person, when I wonder why I don't have a nice job behind a counter at Barnes & Noble selling books to people. So, for those times, such as today, when I have a bad day at work, I keep a mental list of reasons why I don't work at Barnes & Noble.

1. I would never manage to stay behind the counter because I would spend all day browsing. I tend to think my supervisors would frown on that.
2. I would never manage to leave the store with my full paycheck. Between books and music, I would never be able to pay my mortgage and bills.
3. I probably make slightly more in my paycheck than I would working behind the counter at Barnes & Noble. I probably don't make as much as a manager, but that's not the job I've chosen at B&N.
4. Really, all that standing? I don't think so.
5. While I enjoy working with the public on a limited basis (read: on my terms), I'm not sure how I would enjoy it if they came at me willy-nilly, constantly, expecting me to, I don't know, answer their questions and wait on them.
6. I do actually enjoy the challenges of my career. Finding ways around the little frustrations is another way to keep my mind sharp, right?

List making as a mental exercise to shape cognitions is sometimes helpful. It brings a smile to my face when one sometimes refuses to peek through. So, that's why I think about not working at Barnes & Noble. Not that there's anything wrong with working there.