I walk past a bicycle shop, a chocolate shop, a circus, and a million bazillion bicyclists on my way to work every morning & all that in reverse on my way back to my car. I’m going to suck up & pay for parking under my building for a variety of reasons (certainly not the least of which I, like the nice HR lady, am apparently a princess) but knowing the proximity to these things makes me happy anyway. My new drive to work, now that I’ve found the back roads I’ll use most of the time, is lovely and not crazy strip mall. I followed someone a good part of the way (until he turned off to head into Ballard) with a “Shut Up and Fish — The Deadliest Catch boat tour” bumper sticker on his car (Muffy Bolding, I thought of you!). He looked like a crusty old crabber too, not all fancy pretty boy. I found a new cemetery that is on my new drive into work. I wave at all the interred people as I drive past. I smile as I walk into work. I smile all the way back to my car after a day of insane information overload. I have landed in a place where there are my people, culturally (erm, and by culturally, I mean they’re library people, and lolcat people, and geeks, and nerds). I like my new team, I like my new manager, I like my new company. They’re all so excited to have me there. I really hope that I can live up to their expectations and that what I bring to the table justifies their excitement. I like M2’s googlemonsters and utter adorableness. I like that M1 is such a lovely 10-year old. I like that P seems to be settling into his new job.
/as you were…
