You know, if it doesn't make you happy, no matter how good it sounds on paper, it's okay for you not to be over the moon and jumping for joy. I worked at one of the worst places *cough Walmart *cough* and everyone knew how much I hated it and they didn't blame me for it, but on the good days when I would talk about the coworkers who were really sweet to me or customers who didn't make me want to throttle them, nobody told me I couldn't be happy at a job I hated. So, in my convoluted way, I'm just saying, you are not obligated to love your job just because it's great or sounds good.

I love the holidays because it gives me a chance to go all out on baking, plus I get to spend time with old friends who happen to be in town. What I absolutely hate is the fighting that always occurs the day before or day of, when my mom decides we have to clean the house, top to bottom, and then she goes into a rage that has a hair trigger. I'm actually at Panera Bread right now because she was yelling at me for merely asking if I should go out and get food for myself. I wasn't asking her to cook anything, I wasn't expecting her to have a plan, merely wondering if I should wait to eat (this is my first meal of the day) or if I have to fend for myself.