When I was little ... well actually right up into university, my parents would take pictures of us kids in our brand new school clothes in front of our house.
That memory floated through my mind as I walked to work today. Albeit, it was the first day of work, not school, but the memory surfaced none the less. When I checked my email this evening, my dad had sent an email from Montrȡl (he's at a conference) wishing my a happy first day at work and mentioned the same "photo-on-the-first-day-of-school" thing. Ah yes, father and daughter think alike.
My first day was uneventful. After listening to my new boss complain for an hour about his job, and how we couldn't get the right computer programs, and being short-staffed, and how busy he was, and general other stressors ... after that hour, I realized I'd just made $40. Then I realized that Mr. Martin just took $20 of that from me. It was an odd few moments as I pondered all of this. Then I came back to reality and listened to the boss drone on and followed him around on a tour (both of which were repeats from my site-visit/interview a few months ago. Oh well, at least I survived.
Then I moved on to learning the new (to me; old in actuality) pharmacy computer system. Not intuitive at all. I'm sure that I have not retained any of what I was 'taught' today ... good thing there's tomorrow.
Then I went down to Corydon with Janice. [FYI: Corydon is the trendy area with lots of little restaurants and bars and shops. Sort of like the equivalent of toon-town's Broadway area.] We had dinner and then grabbed a coffee from Roca Jack's. Which I have decided is my new favourite coffee place. I had the best cup of coffee I've had in a long time. It was a medium roast blend from Brazil I think - lots of subtle nutty undertones. Beautiful!
Then we sat in front of her apartment and watched people walk past. The great thing about Corydon is that it's not really a place where people oggle (?sp). Sure, if you head to one of the bars, like Bar Italia for example, you can expect the typical stares. But walking down the street, you can run into just about anyone. So there we were - drinking coffee and people watching. The most interesting person we watched was a guy who, while driving, appeared to have no neck. He pulled his pale-gold (what an awful colour) Alero in front of the apartment got out and opened his truck. He stood there, not looking in his trunk and then took out his cell phone. He continued to stand there, not look in his trunk, but more in a direction towards the apartment. Then he got off his phone, closed his trunk and drove off. I was a tad confused by this young man - but so be it. A lot of things confuse me these days.
But now it's late. My body aches from going to the gym 2 days in a row after not going for about 2 months. Tomorrow will come far too early.
glad work is going well thus far; I'm know things tend to feel better when you're busy!