I am just loving work lately!

The most immediate reason why I am loving work is that they are letting me print out not only a gaggle of airport charts, but also a 118-page manual for the GA8 airvan on the work laser printer - for free. Oh, and my section chief cannot go on the planned department excursion up to Hokkaido, so he gave me his train tickets and hotel reservations - for free. And, since I have a business trip up to the prefectural capital this Friday (the day before the departmental excursion), I am getting paid train for my business trip. But, I already have tickets for most of the travel because of the trip the next day. So, I am basically getting money in the pocket - for free. I have been given use of a digital video camera for the duration of my contract - for free. I was given a scooter to get about town - for free. And, at least once a week someone gives me food - for free.
I would say this more than makes up for my actual job being mildly insane (I have been assigned 10 schools to oversee English internationalization classes at, with each school having different requirements, different expectations, different class sizes, different lesson plans, and no standardized English curriculum for 8 of the 10 schools).
I figure in a couple weeks or so I will see if they will let me print out manuals for Boeing 737's, 747's, 777's, and 787's. Heh, it is a good thing I am good at my job, or my colleagues might teach me how to fly off the top of the town offices sans airplane or parachute. ;D
So, who else feels smugly guilty about their work/school/other arrangement where you make out like a bandit?
I would say this more than makes up for my actual job being mildly insane (I have been assigned 10 schools to oversee English internationalization classes at, with each school having different requirements, different expectations, different class sizes, different lesson plans, and no standardized English curriculum for 8 of the 10 schools).
I figure in a couple weeks or so I will see if they will let me print out manuals for Boeing 737's, 747's, 777's, and 787's. Heh, it is a good thing I am good at my job, or my colleagues might teach me how to fly off the top of the town offices sans airplane or parachute. ;D

So, who else feels smugly guilty about their work/school/other arrangement where you make out like a bandit?