I wish I could share with you a video of my favorite skit but I have yet to find it. I did find the picture and this script but no video. If anyone knows of where I can see the video, I’d love to have it.
Now I can’t fully explain why this particular skit brings me so much joy but I can explain how the memory had kept me positive when I had no other reason to feel positive.
January 21, 2006 Peter Sarsgaard hosted Saturday Night Live. The show was okay (for me) until he appeared in a Target Lady sketch. I laughed so hard. I suppose it was because my husband and I both had retail experiences where it seemed that someone could be helpful but they were on a break. But I also think it was Peter Sarsgaard face – he was so blissful as he drank his cup of coffee.
I don’t think this would have been my favorite sketch had it not entered my mind later. I worked for a small local company in the main office. The office manager was not a highly skilled woman and she made up for her lack by being mean. She yelled and she made me feel stupid but I needed this job. My family was depending on me and I needed something to feel good about.
I was good at my job and I was learning so much but the environment was toxic. My only escape was a cup of tea now and again. (I was up to a two cup a day habit). Tea makes me think of tea parties – scones, girls in fancy dress, croquet in the garden. Tea is my escape and then, one day, I was blissfully drinking in the aroma of a fresh cup of tea and Peter Sarsgaard came to mind. I nearly dropped my tea in silent laughter.
Suddenly, I could make it through each day because I could truly escape with him. I could have the best break ever whenever I wanted because he was there in my brain. A smile would creep onto my face every time I carried that cup of tea from the microwave (don’t judge you have to get what you can when you can). I could find joy in all the little things.
I put up a desktop picture that would make me smile each morning as I started my computer. That was better than dreading the work that was coming. I started looking for more ways to make my day lighter.
In the end, I found a new job, the one I have now. It makes me happy and gives me the freedom to be me. I still find delight in a cup of tea (now from an electric kettle instead of a microwave). My desk area is filled with art that I made, sayings that remind me to be true to me and little bits of joy everywhere I turn.