first day
This morning after a TB test and some necessarily boring paper work, this sign greeted me in the lobby of my little non-profit. Yes, that's right ladies and gents, "Office of the CEO".
They gave me a stack of work to get started on already, much of which I'm not exactly sure that I'm qualified to complete. I've gotten a bunch of sweet emails and hugs - starting work somewhere where you've already laid some groundwork on getting people to love you is really a nice thing. All of this is only a fraction as stressful as starting an actually new job.
I can't wait to tell you all about going to Ocean City with Russell and Michael. I'll just say for now that there was a beer bong purchased on the boardwalk - with the clever slogan "Can't we all just get a bong?" written on it - involved.
Last night, saluting my freedom goodbye, I made a picnic on my coffee table and ate a huge pile of left over crabs while watching Desperate Housewives. That show is really terrible - I'm sorry if you like it - but, it's terrible. I would have changed the channel if it weren't for the old bay all over my fingers.
Also, apparently, I'm Susan.
Oh, also, there is a huge window visible from my office. It's not exactly in my office, but it's close. I'm glad it's not in my office; if things here were any more impressive I don't think I could handle it.
This morning after a TB test and some necessarily boring paper work, this sign greeted me in the lobby of my little non-profit. Yes, that's right ladies and gents, "Office of the CEO".
They gave me a stack of work to get started on already, much of which I'm not exactly sure that I'm qualified to complete. I've gotten a bunch of sweet emails and hugs - starting work somewhere where you've already laid some groundwork on getting people to love you is really a nice thing. All of this is only a fraction as stressful as starting an actually new job.
I can't wait to tell you all about going to Ocean City with Russell and Michael. I'll just say for now that there was a beer bong purchased on the boardwalk - with the clever slogan "Can't we all just get a bong?" written on it - involved.
Last night, saluting my freedom goodbye, I made a picnic on my coffee table and ate a huge pile of left over crabs while watching Desperate Housewives. That show is really terrible - I'm sorry if you like it - but, it's terrible. I would have changed the channel if it weren't for the old bay all over my fingers.
Also, apparently, I'm Susan.
Oh, also, there is a huge window visible from my office. It's not exactly in my office, but it's close. I'm glad it's not in my office; if things here were any more impressive I don't think I could handle it.
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