It’s the beginning of March. This is the month that I’m legally able to drive
in the State of Georgia (mental note: if you have a brain seizure, move to
another state for 12 months if you still want to be able to drive). On yesterday,
Monday, March 3, I went to work for the very first time in a year. I had an
interview, updated my skillset and resume, took pictures for a passport,
finished taking all of my courses, and now I get to take a certification test
So why am I freaked out?
Because I’m used to working more than 40 hours a week. But now a signed statement
says that I shouldn’t work more than 40. Period. Let’s see how long that lasts
(at 2am: "oh, I’m just talking to Antonio on IM" translates to "I said hello
to Antonio and then I worked on data warehousing while watching reruns of Kingpin").
I’m obviously going to need some help here.
And then to come back to work and having to refresh my memory is going to kill
me too. I’m used to knowing things and finding the answers if I don’t. Now
it’s like I had amnesia or something. I could tell you all about 24, but forget
about little things like how to log into my computer.
I want to go and hang out at a bar. However, instead of going out to a club
in Atlanta, I instead go to New York or Chicago. What’s with that?
And on top of that…it’s HIS birthday today.
Guess there is a bright side to every day, huh?