...to be needed.
Would you believe that I am glad I came to work tonight? I was all cranky because of a sore throat and icky stomach (blame that one on the venti Starschmucks beverage before work) and didn't want to come in at all. I'm also still sore at Molasses boy for quitting on me (Thursday is his last day). Anywho, my work load was very light tonight so I was offering my help to whomever needed it. As it happens, I was desperately needed on the CBC instrument. I've never really worked it before, but how hard can it be? I figured it out, made slides as necessary, and generally kicked ass and took names. One of the sub-bosses was sooooo grateful and nice and sweet and thankful (you get my drift), and it made me feel nice and warm and squishy inside. Yay for being needed!