You guys are so nice, to ask about my new shiny job. The thing is, is that I don't really like to talk about jobs I hold here on the internets. Sometimes I slip up, but I try to keep things vague like "I am stressed out!" or "I like my job!" I feel as if it is maybe for the best if I don't talk about certain things here, including my job, relationships, and what we plan to name our future children (because SOMEONE COULD TOTALLY STEAL OUR AWESOME IDEAS). (You would not feel compelled to do so, I'm pretty sure. Unless you like names like "Rudyard." Why doesn't my husband like Rudyard, anyway?) I also try not to give specifics about my husband's life, or our families, and I've even been trying to stop using his name.
This is why you get so many awesome posts about the pets! You're really lucky!
I'm not likely to go into major specifics about my job here. I will say this: I am exhausted after the first few days. I like the people, and I have a lot to learn, but I think (I hope) I am catching on/will continue to catch on quickly. I was surprised to find I have my own office space, and a fancy little desk set up. On my first day they had a mug of chocolate and a little thing that said "Welcome Kara!" on my desk, and it made me feel good. I think the days will be busy and varied. I hope they like me. I got started yesterday on a project involving picking out new colors for the store's walls, which was less intimidating than it should have been, because I am Awful Like That. I have since been painting them. Hence the tiredness. I think it's going to be a good job, and it seems to be a very pleasant workplace.
So tired but good, I think! Is that enough? I'll say no more!
Wait, I will!
I'm only wearing control top hose because fancy new tights aren't in the budget yet, and I have plenty of hose from who-knows-when. Seriously, where did they all come from? How old can they be? I thought I had purged my life of them, but I still have so many! They have been shoved in the back of my top drawer for ages, waiting patiently for their time to come. They silently bided their time, for they knew their uncomfortable control top glory would shine again. Rise up, control top hose! Rise!
And then leave my bedroom forever!