Lent--Day Six

Today I worked twelve hours, the last two getting yelled at non-stop on a conference call. And, by the time I got home, I hate just ten hours until I had to be work at again. For another conference call. So what about today was good?

(1) A T driver held the T and even graciously allowed me to get on at a back door when the front was too crowded. In three years of commuting, I have never had this happen.

(2) A partner said something to me that could vaguely be construed as a positive-kind-of statement about my work. This is another thing that almost never happens.

(3) I came home to a postcard from jlrpuck !