Thanksgiving Break and Dishpit stories

Well, Thanksgiving is over and my break is coming to an end. But I don't mind. I am ready to finish my first semester of college and get started on the second.
I can hardly believe that the semester is almost over. Summer seems like it was years ago; like it was a different world. It almost feels like a dream. It was my first summer completely away from home, working 40 hours a week and getting to make my own decisions. I have to admit that I enjoyed my summer more than I ever had before. I liked having a job to keep me busy and the new feeling of it all. It was exciting and different. Now, I wonder if this next summer will be like that, or if I'll hate it.

My job at the clinic on campus is very interesting. I have about 10 co-workers and really enjoy some of them. It's not that the others are bad, we just have different personalities. Most of them are seniors and I have a feeling that they're slightly upset with me because I'm a freshman and I shouldn't have a "good" job yet. But what is a "good" job? Is it getting to sit around and do nothing? Or is it the satisfaction of working hard to improve your workplace? Practically everyone has a different definition of "good job", and I wonder if people would think I'm crazy if I said I enjoyed washing dishes 40 hours a week more than I enjoy sitting at the clinic listening to my co-workers tease people who come in and out of the clinic or enjoy watching inappropriate tv shows(OK, not all of my co-workers are like that, but a good portion of them are). I am thankful for my job at the clinic. I have learned a lot, and I get to meet people, but honestly I think that my job at Keeter dish-pit was better than this one. Not physically, but mentally. Although I'd practically fall over from the stack of huge jelly roll pans and the massive mixer, my co-workers there were amazing. Two of them, Sarah and Brittney are some of the sweetest people I've had the pleasure of getting know during my time here at CofO. Brittney is such a strong encourager. There were times when we just wanted to cry because our arms were hurting and our backs were aching from bending over into the huge sinks, but there would be Brittney, singing her heart out to the Lord. Sarah would chime in, and I'd thank the Lord for the strength he provided through those two girls. I still do.
So, although dishpit was practically torture, I think I will always love the 6 weeks I spent with those girls. I think we all learned a lot about ourselves and about what it means to work hard. We washed dishes for the glory of the Lord. Those girls are what made my first month and a half at CofO survivable. Thanks friends. :-)