If you haven’t noticed by my barely around existence mixed with “zomg I’m tired / I’m on a spaceship!” tweets, I’ve returned to the working world.
I’ve been there two weeks now and I know that I deserve this job but I wonder every single day how the stars quite aligned this time around. I love my new job. It’s a *dream* job to me.
Twitter is not taking it well. (Just to clarify: I mean the cat.) She doesn’t understand why Mommy now gets up before the heat turns on instead of letting her wake me up when she hears it turn on. She doesn’t understand why I leave every morning with Dawg now. She doesn’t understand why I am gone for 12 hours every weekday. She doesn’t understand why I’m in a rush to give the girls their treat but then I’m ready to collapse and zonk out.
It broke my heart the first few days, but I’m mostly over it now. She is bonding better to Dawg than ever before, so there’s good to come out of this. Also, we have a new game that we play where she goes under the bed covers and I race my hand over them so she can attack my hand from underneath. I <3 that game.
I won’t be speaking about my employer because you will all know who it is. There are people in the desert of third world countries who know my employer. So, I’m keeping it hushy in this space. If you know me on LinkedIn or if I gushed at you about my good news in email or text, well, then, you know already.
I love everyone at my new job. And everyone at my new job thinks I’m a nice person because they encourage me with their niceness to be the nice person I am when I’m not backed into a corner like a caged animal.
But I continue to love all of you too. I think about you a lot despite my quietness. Doing my best to maintain the fun sites, doing my best to keep my Buy-Her commitment to write tech tips every other week now that I have a job, plus write one review a month. Doing my best to have quality family time despite getting home at 7pm and going to bed at midnight then waking up again at 5:30am.
Doing my best, period.
The end, bye.