hello, old friend.
I’ve been a busy little girl.
the new job is awesome, stressful at times, but I’m learning so much. I still haven’t quite wrapped my head around how on earth I landed it (thankyouthankyouthankyou), but I’m not complaining. I’m quite certain I have the best boss in the world. knock-on-wood. I think this is my first job that I actually love. don’t get me wrong, I have had great jobs before, but what made them great were the people I worked with, the actual work was terrible. this time I have both! amazing people, and fun work that is actually interesting, and inspiring. I go into work everyday ready to dig my claws into something new.
I feel as though I have landed on stable ground.
is it strange for a woman of my age to never grow tired of ratatouille? I don’t…ever. I find myself turning it on at least once a week, it’s an odd comfort. something about the colors, I think. I think living alone does weird things to otherwise normal people.
in other news, it’s the holiday season (as if you didn’t already know), aka my hell.
this time of year is so bittersweet. adding insult to injury, this will be my very first thanksgiving alone. no family, boyfriend, friends…nada. everyone will be elsewhere. it’s just me and dante. honestly, I’m scared. is that silly? probably. I’m just scared I’ll have a total mental breakdown at some point, dress dante up like a turkey, forcing him into a murderous rage, in which he will promptly eat my face off, and no one will even know.
I’m thinking about taking up a martial art of some sort for fun. could be interesting, yeah? I’d like to be able to kick things with style.
