Sitting right in the middle of the stretch between leaving my last apt and moving into the next is odd. In some ways, it feels like I am in Colorado on tour with Caldera and will be returning shortly the the Windy City to resume life as normal. Then I look at how many clothes I have here and remember, no this is the first wave of relocating back to Colorado. I also look at the dress shirts and ties in the closet. They are definitively not Caldera wear. If that was not enough, Estes (the Westie, wombat) demands some attention. then there's Tiffany's car in the garage. It all adds up to remind me, I am here to stay.
Work has been good. I am gradually learning what I supposed to be doing in my new capacity. I am not used to being so responsible at work. Usually, I tend to what I need to get done and how I can best facilitate the over-all goal. Now the over-all goal is more my job. I am glad that, while the doll house may not have been first on my list to relocate for, the people so far are top notch. I have rarely felt so appreciated on such a consistent basis at work. Especially for a job I am still getting the hang of. This is pretty different for me. I set up my voice mail last time I was at work. I have never had voice mail before.Hell, I've never had a job with a chair before.
