After a time of freelancing and nothing fulltime, a time that went on for too long, I walked out the door last Monday, Aug. 11 to the strains of “Begin the Beguine” by Cole Porter, courtesy of iTunes shuffle.
Because the guy I was replacing had not left yet to return to graduate school I was only there for a few hours for a couple of days last week, scratching the surface of how the job, the interactions, the computer set-up, the rhythm works.
It was only mornings. So now I’ve had a few days off and it seems like months since I’ve been there, because I REALLy want to be there, working. However, I return tomorrow, starting my new coffee addiction - I’ve never ever drunk it daily on any sort of routine but I’m about to start because it seems to work for everyone else.
I return tomorrow for my second first day, and I’ll have my own desk space and I’ll get my hands on the keyboard and get it all going. And I’ll be on … much … bigger … monitors. Yeah, plural.
(Somewhere, soon I think I’ll have more fun if I have a “this has nothing to do with my employer” type disclaimer somewhere on my site(s). It’s never been a problem, before, period because I know better, but still, I think I’ll put one up for once, just for that “extra layer of comfort.”)
