Not "what" but "who."

4:45pm tomorrow marks the completion of my first week as an SEUP Documentation Clerk. Prepping manifests, checking reservations, scanning documents, filing, it's all part of the job I've been learning the past few days. How, then, have so enjoyed work when all I do is shuffle papers around and stare at a dinky computer screen? It certainly helps that I return in the evenings to the beautiful house (in Alaska) of a lovely, generous couple that makes me laugh regularly, that every time I look out a window I see snow encrusted mountains, but it is my fellow employees that have made all the difference in the work place.

After Katherine and I exit the office, cross the railroad tracks, walk up the line of covered stairs, day dream on the 5:15pm bus, and unlock the front door, I remember the 8 hours I spent earlier that day giggling over references comprehended only by Katherine, the witty yet nonsensical conversations between best buds Philly and Weston through the cubicle wall that, unsuccessfully, divides them, the kindness and patience of Dillon and the others as they walk me through a process for a second or third time, the loud but controlled yells uttered from Carol's office, the office barbecue talked up by Jeff, Megan's sweet temper and pretty face, and I think to myself, "I can't wait for tomorrow."