You may be wondering why I have a noticeable lack of whining posts about my workplace. There are several reasons, all of which I am more than happy to explain.

First off--I while I am not in LOVE with my job, I am happy at my job. I don't leave crying every night, I don't wish chinese torture upon myself instead of work, I have a funny boss and a nice manager. Granted, I don't run about gushing that my job completes me (hey! who does?!) but by no means do I hate it.

Furthmore, I have, as of late, purposed to keep a good attitude. Yes. I could find things to nitpick and whine about. But what is the use?! I try to talk about work as little as possible. (For those of you who are accustomed to my hour long discourses on work, you know what a change this is.)

However, just yesterday I was talking to someone about the family restaurant. When I finished, they asked me why I didn't start one of my own. HA! If I really felt like throwing my money away, I might take up a slightly more interesting habit, like crack-smoking or making paper airplanes out of benjamin's. They continued to inform me when I spoke of that time past, that my face lit up and I grew much more animated. It got me to thinking, what WAS it about the restaurant that I loved so much? My father has said similar things. And I personally remember being happy.

So this is what I ponder, at my quiet desk while pretending to work. What was it that made me happy?