Ironically enough...in Boston.
At the fabulous Aiming Low party!
I waivered about going. All day long. And during my (much shorter!) drive home from work.
But I had a ride (Mrs. Chicky!)
And it was worth it. (The pomegranate martinis helped.) I loved seeing Christina again (it had been wayyyy too long!), and as an added bonus I also got to meet Suburb Sierra and Draft Queen in person.
Oh, and the new job?
So far, so good. I just have to keep reminding myself about that pesky learning curve. And figure out how to NOT GET LOST.
Tally for my first day of work:
Finding a bathroom = FAIL.
Leaving my office and finding my way back = FAIL.
Finding the cafeteria = FAIL.
Finding my way to my car = MAJOR FAIL.