You should all feel sorry for my poor little blog, abandoned here for over a WEEK while I jaunt off to a shiny new job.
The job, well . . . I'm not sure how shiny it really is. It's hard to wrap my mind around a position in which I am hired for a maximum of nine months and not a minute more. It feels not much like a real job. Sort of "job-ish," if you will. So the job search continues, because I don't know about you, but I hope to live a lot longer than nine more months.
I was terribly worried about adjusting again to the working life, but I think I'm doing ok. In fact, it occurred to me earlier this evening that I have WAY more energy than when I was at home all day. And more energy is a good thing, because boy howdy, have things picked up around here. I shall be filling you in on some exciting new things in the next few days.
In the meantime, have a gander at a moment from my first days of work at My New Job-ish Activity.
Co-worker: So, how many kids do you have?
Me: No, not yet -- maybe eventually, but I'm getting kind of old, I guess. (me, chuckling at my own attempt at a little self-deprecating humor)
CoW: Why, how old are you?
CoW: Oh. Yeah, you are getting kind of old.