Drafting this on the tram. Sorry if there‘s typoes. Tonight was the new firm‘s end of financial year function, so I‘m forcing myself to sober up pre skyping. I didn‘t intend to kick on tonight, but I figured I should take any opportunity to forge a rapport within the new firm.
It‘s been a productive day. Only two or three files worked on, but with signficant progress on two of them, which is a good thing.
The E.O.F.Y. drinks were good - not feeling like some stupid orangutang in a suit. Sweet God, why did I make myself stay at my first job so long? Why did I believe as an article of faith that I deserved to feel like that, like a highly skilled chimpanzee in a Van Heusen suit?
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It was a GREAT skype with Joni and the girls! Lord but they‘re two smart little munchkins. So loving and sisterly. I‘m dead proud of them!
Ok - it‘s late and it‘s bedtime.
See you tomorrow.