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.
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This is the greatest of all the news. :)
This IS the greatest of all the news! Yay!! :)
Aww, this makes me so happy!
(I love thespians.)
I am wearing Chuck Taylors today! At work! It's the BEST! DAY! EVER!
Poohead buttshits!
(That's for your new boss to enjoy.)
This just sounds too wonderful.
Also, what Peefer said.
yep. BEST NEWS. so happy for you!
Yay! Congratulations - you deserve to love your job!
I'm pretty much very jealous of you, even though I'm trying hard not to be. I'm happy you love your job (grumblegrumble).
If it makes you feel any better, I hated my job for a really, really long time.
That just makes me sadder.
That just makes me sadder.
That just makes me sadder.
That just makes me sadder.
That just makes me sadder.
DAMMIT.
Whoa, Ashley! Are you OK!?
WHAT IS HAPPENING.
This is what happens when I comment using the crappy computers at work.
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