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The Honeymooner

Don't worry, I'm not going to actually moon anyone...not yet, anyway. I'm referring of course to the fact that I'm very nearly done with my 3rd week here at the new job, and I'm still loving it.

Of course I know that reality will probably set in at some point and I'll be faced with the gut wrenching question of 'What the f**k did I just do?!?!?!' Hahaha. Yeah right.

 No. It won't. I mean, sure, I may actually stop LOVING it here, but for me, the opportunities and chance to make a difference here outweigh anything I can come up against.

It really is the perfect fit for me for this stage in my life and really, I don't think I could have asked for anything more. Whatever deity you do or do not believe in, I can tell you that this job...this opportunity was the answer to many years of prayer.

And the timing was fantastic. A couple of other cool things have happened. Due to a dead Android phone (And the fact that I was strictly budget minded, I now am the proud owner of an iPhone (just the 4, not the 4s).

It was literally the least expensive smart phone Verizon had.

Also I'm typing this entry on my portable bluetooth keyboard hooked up to my iPad 2 (not the 3). That one was not a necessity, but a treat. I figure after putting up with shit at the other place for 14 years, I was going to treat myself. So far so good, I dig it.

I guess in short, I'd have to say, life is good. Actually, that's not quite true. Life is neither good nor bad. But MY days are happy ones these days. I guess that's all we can hope for.

 Have a great one!



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