Week three at new work.

It still all so new. A part of me wishes it was easy and mindless. But realistically I really need it to be hard and difficult to keep me on my toes.
Adjusting to the new schedule is a task on it’s own. I have to get my ass out of bed at 6:30 and be out the door by 7 to even have a sporting chance of making the office by 8. Work ends at 5 and then comes a hours commute.

What else? Basement is almost done. Couch in place, rugs in place, vanity and sink bought and curtains bought. I still have to mount the vanity and sink and get a queen size bed and then it’s all DONE! Well… We still have to clean…

The problem with perspective..

The problem with prospective is just that and time. Time to forget what happened and in what order. Like take this year. I can’t remember that happened in the first half of the year. And all I can now remember is how I got caught I a RIF. Reduction in Force. Yup, a nicer way of saying laid off, canned, eliminated and so on.

I also remember finally taking some time off and then at the nick of time get a new offer on a new job.

I’ll go back and read some of my old posts before I continue…. Just to refresh my own memory.
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