I hate work; I love work. Third morning without work and I'm adrift and feeling anxious. The husband exclaims, "Just go in then!" but I know I can't. That's been tried before. If I went in I would sit, stare, wonder what to do, check my email, email my family 'Hi!', make coffee, determine the one thing I should do and start on it, decide I need more coffee, send out another 'Hi!' and wonder why no one has responded, work 10 minutes, suddenly realize the overwhelming quiet of the office and think that if I go home I could really get alot done there, pack up and leave. This sequence has occurred enough times that I realize trying it again is simply setting myself up for failure from which it takes days to recover. I need work for the structure it brings to my life.

I hate work; I love work. I like to have someplace to go in the morning, some people who are glad to see me. If I did not show up at all there would be some concern, and vice versa. Although I am an introvert, I'm no hermit and do enjoy regular social interaction, especially in a formal setting where a few phrases can completely fulfill my obligation to the other. I have two jobs and in my second job, as a receptionist at a veterinarian's office, I get to have short conversations with the patients owners. It's kind of perfect for me, memorize a few lines, and have patience while letting others talk about their pet. I need work for the socialization it brings to my life.