My job is a little depressing, I realized today. Generally I am an upbeat person, I make a point to not get bogged down in negative thinking. Sounds new age and hippieish, I know, but attitude is one of the only things that we can control, so I do my best. But today as I was sifting through the inbox I thought about how my position entails some sadness since the bulk of what I receive is bills. Such is the life of internal accounts. No one likes bills, do they? On the plus side I guess I can get by with the knowledge that the money requested is not my own. But having primarily requests for money (that you know will be delayed for whatever internal accounting reason and are thus unpayable in a timely fashion) makes me feel a little ... depleted. I guess I have some idea how a parent feels now, as far as allowance distribution is concerned.

¶ 10:08 AM