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Thursday, November 02, 2006  

On a non-fibery note, I just wanted to put in my two cents about new jobs - they're cool in theory, but in practice not so much. There's all the paperwork, all the akwardness and unfamiliar ground. I started my third new job OF THE YEAR this week (more on my checkered employment history later) and I am exhausted and frustrated. This is a job that I was wildly excited about when I first heard about it and I never thought there was any way I'd get it. I wanted it so bad though, so I sent in my resume and was ecstatic when I got a phone interview in response to my email. I was even more ecstatic when I got scheduled for a face-to-face, and nearly had a stroke when I got the call that I got the job. And I really think that this will be a great job for me - it's so much more creative than anything I've ever done for money and a lot closer than I've ever gotten to anything I actually want to do. And I know that it will get better. But this week was... a first week. There's no formal training system, they keep promising me serious tasks to work on, but the work gets pushed back for various reasons and I'm stuck with everyone's menial tasks just to keep me busy. They all know each other and I'm the new girl. Everyone's been very nice to me, but in that new-girl kind of way. Add to the mix the fact that I sleep walk when I've got a lot on my mind, so I've been roaming the halls at night and getting much less sleep than I need. And I might be a wee bit hormonal. So I am very glad tomorrow is Friday. I need my weekend. Things will be better next week, right?

Hang in. It *will* get better. You'll be a part of it, plus all that hands-off stuff now means that when you hit your stride, you'll have a lot of freedom. But it's always tough to start something new. Have a relaxing weekend.
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