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Not my most exciting update.
What are the most boring things to talk about? Dreams. Getting sick and all its many ailments. And maybe trying to describe a TikTok or youtube video you saw? I know. Groan. So in the spirit of posterity, I’m just going to put up a really quick update here and keep it short, so I won’t bore you or my future reading self to death.
I was sick last week. My second week on the job! I was so stressed about it because I also have an upcoming pre-planned overseas vacation that was in the works since last year and combined with being out sick, I was worried my new employer might think I am MIA. Getting sick was NOT in my plans. I didn’t want to force myself to go to work and cough all my germs all over everyone either. Such a dilemma. So I stayed home, main-lined emergen-C, slept as much as I could and forced myself to get better.
lt worked! The sun came out. I felt a million times better and I went to work. I did work from home too so it’s not like I was completely MIA but it made me nervous. I’ve been out of corporate land for so long that I’m not up on all the protocols.
That’s it. That’s all I got. Next week: I travel! Yay!
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I survived my first week!
I survived my first week at my new job and loved it! I can’t share what I’m doing because it’s probably top secret, and I signed a bunch of contracts on my first day, etc., but when I can, I will. Also, next week I’m traveling! I’m a traveling graphic designer. That hardly ever happens! I’m so excited. I know it’s fresh and new now, so it seems like a super fun fast-lane sort of life and will probably get old soon but I secretly think it won’t. The travel for this job is to the most beautiful places. I keep pinching myself I can’t believe this is my job. I can’t believe it’s real! I feel scared that something bad will happen because I don’t deserve this great job. But maybe I do deserve it. I’m going to work my butt off to prove that I do.
The sad news is that my working my butt off means long hours away from Bug and home. Bug is doing fine because she’s seventeen and has her own full life. Cody not so much. So we made the difficult decision to let my parents take care of Cody. I miss him like crazy but staying in an apartment all day alone is not a good life for a dog. It’s hard enough that he doesn’t have his buddy Whiskey anymore.
At first it was hard to leave him. My parents reported to me that after I left he was sad and curled up by the door waiting for me to come back. Thankfully that didn’t last long. A few treats here and there and lots of walks and now Cody and my dad are best buddies.
I mean, it’s not the worst life out there in the sticks for a dog. My dad and I walk every morning at the same time and chat via headphones so now I get daily pictures and reports on how Cody is doing. Sometimes my dad even puts me on speaker phone and Cody will bark at me. It’s cute.
But because I gave my parents a dog, they were now over their pet limit at their HOA so I got to take home a cat in exchange. I now have three cats. Kady (the one I’ve had the longest), Inky (who Bug has claimed), and now Rosy. They are all actually littermates that my mom rescued nine years ago when their feral mother left them in my mom’s front yard. They’ve been separated over the years but funny enough when we brought them back together, they got along just fine! I’m so relieved. You know I’ve had so much trouble introducing new cats in the past I’m a bit traumatized. These three cats get along great. They don’t love each other. It’s not a lick fest cuddle puddle or anything but nobody really gets upset if they get too close to each other. They all mildly tolerate each other like typical siblings. Maybe someday they’ll learn to cuddle together.
And that’s my news! It’s been raining like crazy, and the park is flooded but I’m happy in my cozy apartment and my fun new job.
