Today is a rare Tuesday where I actually have to go to work, but we are very busy making lots and lots of perfume oil for a private label client. Three hundred pounds of oil to be precise. Do you have any idea how long that takes when you’re making it in two pound increments? A long fucking time. It’s a lovely fragrance, but too much of anything can be bad, and I come home just reeking of the stuff at the end of the day.
I love my job, though. Even when I’m elbows deep in three hundred pounds of oil, I’m enjoying what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with. A little Ryan Adams or Franz Ferdinand on the stereo (depending how angsty we’re feeling that day), and we’re good to go. We have deep philosophical conversations over that blending table, or get giddy and silly and have Thirty Second Dance Parties (thank you, 30 Rock).
I never thought I would be so thankful for my job, or enjoy it so much. I am a lucky woman.
