Continuing my (internal) theme of “Oh my god I have become a cliché” I will just say I “can’t believe so much time has passed since” I last posted. And “so much has changed in such a short time.”

Since I last wrote: Memorial Day, started new job, helped clean off porch, went to family outings, had a friend who “fell* and couldn’t get up,” pulled 30 gal. of weeds from the yard (literally), started (reading) 3 books, was notfied tax assessment appeal succeeded (“Yes, Virginia, there IS a Santa Claus!”), saw my dog rise from the dead enough to chase a rabbit up the street, and cooked almost nothing. I have also not seen most of my friends—although I’ve talked to a few out-of-towners—and have decided I have too damn many out-of-town friends.

I started at my new gig, hereafter called “the everywhere place” because, in fact, they are everywhere. If I said even just their initials you’d know it immediately, and you’d agree with me that they are everywhere. That’s not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing —cliché alert— “it is what it is.”

Now granted, we’re still in the “honeymoon phase” but I have to say—I like it so far. I honestly didn’t have any nervousness the first day, which if you know me—and you do—is unheard of (especially) for the 1st day at a new job.

I haven’t actually really done anything yet except ask a lot of intelligent questions, but I seem to fit right in personality-wise. In fact, the other day I (and you’ll find this hard to believe) made a smarta** remark about something and pseudo-apologized.

I was told not to apologize; that my <? can’t remember exactly how it was phrased—wit? humor? smart mouth?> was one reason they hired me; they knew I’d fit right in.

Special note to EN—I am about to yell:

 shouting.jpgEVERYONE WHO’S EVER PUNISHED ME FOR A SMARTA** REMARK: DID YOU GET THAT????? MY MOUTH WAS AN ASSET AT LEAST ONCE IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Technically, she fell off the wagon but when was the last time you could actually use the “fallen and can’t get up” bit?!

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