my life is so huge right now
Oh my god, I am so tired. And possibly also a little drunk. But mostly tired. And tired.
New Job, Day One was pretty good, I think. There was a lot of stuff to do, and every time I got into the flow of one thing, I would get sent in a different direction by the boss, and I was feeling very slow and worrying that I wasn't picking things up fast enough, but at the end of the day she told me that she was a little alarmed at how quickly I was getting things. I said, quite rightly, wait and see how much I remember tomorrow. But I do feel gratified to know that she thinks I'm doing well.
Then after work I went off to have a little farewell-to-me dinner with some folks from the old job, and that was good. I had two mango margaritas, and a bit of bruschetta, and a bowl of vegetarian chili, and I wasn't allowed to pay for any of it. I am very spoiled.
Speaking of spoiled, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes yesterday! You made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. *hugs everyone* I had a very nice day - the weather defied predictions and turned out to be gorgeous, sunny and warm. The parents and I drove to Bayfield, which is always fun. My mum and I were on a mission to buy me many new clothes to go with the new job, and that was largely accomplished in one store. One pair of black pants, a pretty lavender Icelandic sweater, a hot pink sweater set, a nice blue top, and an inexplicably fabulous black t-shirt. All of which were ridiculously expensive (like, for real), but my mother insisted on buying them (!), citing Stacey and Clinton's policy of good quality items being worth the money. And then I decided to indulge myself and finally buy the largely impractical but totally fabulous Irish wool cape I've been eyeing for three years, but my dad took it out of my hands and sent me out of the store while he bought it for me. And then they took me to lunch. I think they were overcompensating for not really giving me birthday presents the past few years. And for the fact that this is the third or fourth year in a row that old friends of theirs have stayed at our house on my birthday. I don't know. I'm very spoiled. And I really love my new clothes. If the black t-shirt wasn't so incredibly expensive, I would totally buy five more and just wear them all the time. Best t-shirt ever.
And then last night, someone that I haven't talked to in several years phoned up to say he'd been thinking about me for the past week, and happy birthday, and would I like to meet him on Friday to hang out. So that's what I'm going to do on Friday. I'm skeptical, but I am telling myself that just because the last time we were friends, it ended with me getting so aggravated with him that I chewed him out - loudly - in a very public place and then stopped talking to him for four years doesn't mean that the same thing will happen this time. Even though I think it eventually will. But maybe not. We're going to have a beer and then watch Shaun of the Dead, which he has seen and I have not.
Oh, and I got flowers at work, too, from my "aunties". People from my old job wishing me luck at my new job. I am very spoiled. But it's nice to feel loved, and I have definitely felt loved over the past week or so. I appreciate it. And I'm very, very tired.
New Job, Day One was pretty good, I think. There was a lot of stuff to do, and every time I got into the flow of one thing, I would get sent in a different direction by the boss, and I was feeling very slow and worrying that I wasn't picking things up fast enough, but at the end of the day she told me that she was a little alarmed at how quickly I was getting things. I said, quite rightly, wait and see how much I remember tomorrow. But I do feel gratified to know that she thinks I'm doing well.
Then after work I went off to have a little farewell-to-me dinner with some folks from the old job, and that was good. I had two mango margaritas, and a bit of bruschetta, and a bowl of vegetarian chili, and I wasn't allowed to pay for any of it. I am very spoiled.
Speaking of spoiled, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes yesterday! You made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. *hugs everyone* I had a very nice day - the weather defied predictions and turned out to be gorgeous, sunny and warm. The parents and I drove to Bayfield, which is always fun. My mum and I were on a mission to buy me many new clothes to go with the new job, and that was largely accomplished in one store. One pair of black pants, a pretty lavender Icelandic sweater, a hot pink sweater set, a nice blue top, and an inexplicably fabulous black t-shirt. All of which were ridiculously expensive (like, for real), but my mother insisted on buying them (!), citing Stacey and Clinton's policy of good quality items being worth the money. And then I decided to indulge myself and finally buy the largely impractical but totally fabulous Irish wool cape I've been eyeing for three years, but my dad took it out of my hands and sent me out of the store while he bought it for me. And then they took me to lunch. I think they were overcompensating for not really giving me birthday presents the past few years. And for the fact that this is the third or fourth year in a row that old friends of theirs have stayed at our house on my birthday. I don't know. I'm very spoiled. And I really love my new clothes. If the black t-shirt wasn't so incredibly expensive, I would totally buy five more and just wear them all the time. Best t-shirt ever.
And then last night, someone that I haven't talked to in several years phoned up to say he'd been thinking about me for the past week, and happy birthday, and would I like to meet him on Friday to hang out. So that's what I'm going to do on Friday. I'm skeptical, but I am telling myself that just because the last time we were friends, it ended with me getting so aggravated with him that I chewed him out - loudly - in a very public place and then stopped talking to him for four years doesn't mean that the same thing will happen this time. Even though I think it eventually will. But maybe not. We're going to have a beer and then watch Shaun of the Dead, which he has seen and I have not.
Oh, and I got flowers at work, too, from my "aunties". People from my old job wishing me luck at my new job. I am very spoiled. But it's nice to feel loved, and I have definitely felt loved over the past week or so. I appreciate it. And I'm very, very tired.