it's all just work
i've started my new job and recalling why it is that people complain about work. it's all i complain about these days. ask anyone. but it's good to have structure again - the alarm clock, the commute (which thank god is short), the surly looking receptionist and lunch room people that stare at me like my zipper is down, the cubicle, the gym, the homemade dinner, the bedtime. these are my every day. and then there is the weekend spent in bed with the wonderful one. i live for the weekends now.
its an adjustment to be sure. i've never worked in a cube farm and i've never worked around people that don't actually have anything to do with my job. two different worlds collide but i'm hoping to adjust. i'm not sure how to do that but tonight i'm going to buy a plant and try to pretend it's comfortable here.
