Monday, May 12, 2014

Art Therapy

I love my job.

That statement isn't meant to be facetious.  I really do love my job.  I'm the receptionist at a continuing care senior community.  I enjoy working with senior citizens like some people like working with kids.  It brings me (and my residents, I hope) a lot of joy.


Any job no matter how much one may like it or not, has those days... those days that leave you thoroughly misanthropic and wanting to hide in a dark cave until the end of time.

Today I had a dark-cave-until-the-end-of-time kind of day.

Rather than do something that may risk my employment being terminated, I channeled my frustrations into a drawing.  Now, I've attempted this in the past with little success but this one was actually a lot of fun and I find myself with a somewhat sunnier disposition having drawn it.

That spilling coffee, though... Entirely fictitious.  I would never sacrifice my beloved Gevalia Chocolate Mocha (in a Doctor Who travel mug!) at the hands of my own blind rage.

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