March 8, 2004: I stepped out of the elevator onto floor 3 and surveyed my surroundings. I took in everything: the color of the walls, the carpet, the gaudy paintings, the lighting. It felt unreal. 'I have a job.' Those were my thoughts. I had finally paid my dues. And this was a real job ( Read more... )

 It is official. I put in my 2 weeks notice today ( Read more... )