WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, THE MICE WILL PLAY.

Well, I'm just not in the mood to work! The boss man's on vacation. And, as I've always heard, when the cat's away the mice will play!

The office manager is working on her novel. This woman is dynamite! She's a single mom raising a 12 year old daughter. That in itself is a victory on her part. She knows her job like the back of her hand. I honestly think she could do it in her sleep! She's wrapping up her last college class to get her Master's degree. So, if that weren't enough to do, she writing a novel in her spare time! I wish I had that kind of focus. If I can manage to find two matching shoes to wear to work, it's an accomplishment.

My co-worker is flipping through a Woman's Day magazine and considering starting to read the next novel in a series of books we've been passing around the office. She reminds me of a Barbie doll. She actually resembles Barbie. She's got her Ken, 2.6 kids, Barbie's dream house, complete with swimming pool and accessories. She seems so laid back and comfortable in her own skin. That's a good thing. People who like who they are tend to be so much easier to work with. She has a really good spirit. That's an odd way it describe it but it's the way I can think of to do so.

As for me, I'm babbling. That's just me. The girls are lost in their own thoughts so it's really almost too quiet in here. The sound of the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard almost echo. It is rare in this office to be this able to goof off. We are usually juggling clients, manning a swarm of phone calls, and responding to the influx of emails. I think we deserve this break. Last week was jumping! I felt like a ping pong ball just aimlessly bouncing from place to place. I'll take this moment of peace and quiet and be grateful for it.