He pays no attention to the shouts coming from the other room. Is not bothered by the sounds of a rolly chair spinning circles across our hardwood floor, as I throw my arms up in the air and shout “weeeeeeee!!!!” Barely looks up when I grab Cooper by his two front paws and we dance around the room to a song about editing that I just made up on the spot. A carefree little diddy about carpal tunnel syndrome and a fear of going cross-eyed. He’s used to it by now. Expects it, really. Because, honestly, what would a workplace be without spinning rolly chairs and songs about your favorite syndromes?
Well….I can tell you.
The one and only summer that I worked at a law firm, I was hauled into a Partner’s office and reprimanded for using too many exclamation points in my emails. Exclamation points. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t dignified. Make no mistake about it, these were our clients not our friends. We could be excited, we should just do it on the inside. Where no one could tell. Or be bothered by it. And with that one (ever so slightly dramatized) anecdote, I think that pretty much sums up what taking a law firm job would’ve meant for me…
A life without exclamation points.
And when you come that close to losing your favorite punctuation mark, you really start to appreciate it. Some might say, go overboard with it even. But just know this, whether I’m sitting at my desk shouting “I LOVE MY JOB!!!!!!!!” or “BAH! I’M SO OVERWHELMED!!!!!! COULD SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME!?!?” it makes no difference to me. Because I just remind myself how lucky I am to be living a life so full: full of joy, full of passion, and yes, full of exclamation points.
And rolly chairs on hardwood floors. You can’t forget those.