Today is the first day of autumn.
I love the fall.
The colors, foods and smells make up for the fact that I usually get horrible allergy attacks.
It's nice.
Happy Fall.
21 September, 2008
The last day
Today is an important day.
Today, Sunday 21 September 2008 is the last day.
My last day... as a Sales Associate with Rosetta Stone. My promotion to manager is official tomorrow morning.
I should be excited. But I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy that I will finally be making a living wage. I can finally afford to pay my bills, all of them, and set money aside for the future. It's going to feel pretty good knowing that I can take care of myself and pay back the people who took care of me for so long.
And in just one month from tomorrow I have Health Care. That's right. I can go to the doctor as soon as I feel sick, not after a week of not being able to shake it. I can go to the dentist; get new glasses; even talk to someone about my feeling a little depressed lately and not have to worry about how I'll ever afford it.
I know that time flies when you're having fun. Hopefully that goes for when you're feeling relaxed too. I have noticed that vacations seem to fly by while a week at work can be endless. Regardless, it might work out that feeling financially secure combined with the craziness that is the holiday season (which is upon us) will result in my waking up one morning to find that it's March and I am only a few weeks away from moving to Boston.
One can only hope.
So tomorrow I will show up to work at 9:30 and sift through training tutorials and emails from my boss. I will work on some training and ask a million questions. I will work for six hours and then head home.
I'm a little nervous I won't figure everything out or know how to fix the mistakes of people before me.
But... I suppose that I'll know all of that tomorrow.
Today, Sunday 21 September 2008 is the last day.
My last day... as a Sales Associate with Rosetta Stone. My promotion to manager is official tomorrow morning.
I should be excited. But I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy that I will finally be making a living wage. I can finally afford to pay my bills, all of them, and set money aside for the future. It's going to feel pretty good knowing that I can take care of myself and pay back the people who took care of me for so long.
And in just one month from tomorrow I have Health Care. That's right. I can go to the doctor as soon as I feel sick, not after a week of not being able to shake it. I can go to the dentist; get new glasses; even talk to someone about my feeling a little depressed lately and not have to worry about how I'll ever afford it.
I know that time flies when you're having fun. Hopefully that goes for when you're feeling relaxed too. I have noticed that vacations seem to fly by while a week at work can be endless. Regardless, it might work out that feeling financially secure combined with the craziness that is the holiday season (which is upon us) will result in my waking up one morning to find that it's March and I am only a few weeks away from moving to Boston.
One can only hope.
So tomorrow I will show up to work at 9:30 and sift through training tutorials and emails from my boss. I will work on some training and ask a million questions. I will work for six hours and then head home.
I'm a little nervous I won't figure everything out or know how to fix the mistakes of people before me.
But... I suppose that I'll know all of that tomorrow.
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