Surprise!

Surprise! I've moved. And started a new job. And I haven't really told anyone about that first part.

I'd been praying for a long time that someone would buy my contract and take me away from my misery which I call Heather. And then miraculously, sometime last week, Chelsey offered to buy my contract. For reals. And before I knew it I was packing up all my junk, buying a new contract where I was going to be living for the fall, and moving all my junk in. And now I am here. And it's quite a lovely apartment. I'm quite a fan. I'm hoping I'll be quite a fan of the other girls (all five of them) that are also living here. I've met all but one, and of course it's the one I'm going to share a room with. But I have bright blue paint on my walls and pictures of familiar faces hanging up and I left my mark by hosting Megan and Skyler for Easter dinner. Yes, life can be good.

As for the new job, intimidating. I'm trying to like the people I work with but they're... different. I really like Claire, who is training me and is really nice and cultured. And Brittany has been really nice but I don't know if she'll be there for the summer. And Emily has been nice but I haven't seen much of her personality. I'm hoping Tessa will warm up to me and that Jonathon will stop being such a cad and that Nathan will stop making sexist remarks and that he will keep his flying rubber bands away from my desk. Yes, my desk. I have my own desk, or "office space" as one of my supervisors likes to call it. I have learned that every time I leave my seat I must lock my computer so that this particular supervisor doesn't do something to my desktop. And I've learned that as soon as the taffy is put out it's a free for all to the death to get some before it's gone. I've learned that when the A/C kicks on to reach for my jacket and to not forget it when I head up to the mezzanine for lunch because it is fa-reezing. As far as work things go I know nothing. But I now have access to all this cool stuff on My Housing Account that I didn't even know existed and it makes me feel powerful and happy. I often get lost in my building because there are all these unlabeled doors that choose to lock when you least expect it. It takes me about 30 minutes to walk to work. That's a bummer but my bum will be the better for it. Also, working 8-5 makes me exhausted, even if I'm just sitting at a desk the whole time.

Also, I feel unsure. I feel like I made all the right decisions and that things really fell into place. But I miss Marie and I'm lonely in my new apartment even with people in it. I feel like I don't quite fit in at work yet and I'm hoping that I will start to. And I'm afraid that because all these things have fallen into place that something terrible is just around the corner. I've been told to just enjoy the good while it lasts, but I'm a worrier and that's what I'm thinking about. Hopefully I won't break my leg. Could you imagine walking to work everyday as a gimp?

Also, my wonderful friend Annette is engaged. She is freaking awesome and Evan Moss is beyond lucky that she agreed.