New J-O-B

I started a new job.  Such a good decision, since I hated my old one.

I mean HATED it.  So much so that I would to glance hourly at the post-it notes below (hidden in my desk drawer, for fear of being fired) to remind myself that my job at CrapTastic Corp was not forever.

"Why yes, I am overqualified"
 

I am (somewhat) over it, since I now have a shiny new job.  No need for snarky post-it note pick-me-ups. 

Week one at my new j-o-b went a little somfen like this:

- Spilt coffee all over my desk less than two hours into day one.

- Forgot deodorant day two.

- Got stuck in the revolving door day three.

- Told someone my name was Megan on day four.  It's not. My name is not Megan.

- Got stuck in the revolving door day five.  This time it was not my fault.  It still hurt the pride a little.

Despite these minor set backs, I am super hopeful that I am going to last longer than three years and never have the urge to do... well... the things I had urges to do at CrapTastic Corp.  Let's just leave it at that. :)