Before I started my new job, I found out that my new boss had found my blog. YOU GUYS. I freaked out. Words I'd written, all the ridiculous ridiculous words, flew through my head and, as I thought of all those times I'd talked about poop or drinking or all those inappropriate jokes I'd made, I started to hyperventilate a little. OK, not really but YOU GUYS HOLY CRAP.
But you know what? It didn't even matter. You know why? Because now I work in THE THEATAH (sort of, I mean, I'm not onstage or anything). BUT WHATEVER, no one gives a shit that I write stupid crap on the internet.
Tomorrow I wrap up my first week at my new job and I keep waiting for this giddy feeling to go away. From the moment I walk into my office until I force myself to leave, I'm pretty sure I wander around with a stupid grin on my face ALL DAY LONG. I'm sure that, in time, that newness will fade and there will obviously be hard days but this week I learned that my job doesn't have to make me miserable all the time. I'M ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY AT WORK. WHAT.
I also learned that they play showtunes in the parking garage ALL THE TIME. And that the in-house restaurant makes the best tomato bisque I've ever had. And that no one cares if you wear your Chuck Taylors to work. And that I need a map of the buildings or something or I'm going to get lost in the (haunted) basement one of these days.