Don't Call it a Comeback

Here I am, alive and well, and somewhat unpacked.

We left Tuesday, shortly after Robb got out of school for the last day. About 15 minutes out of Tucson, Eli called to tell me that he was stuck in Sedona for work. They were up last week installing a vagina shaped fireplace (commissioned by a crazy lady), and it still wasn't done, so they went back Monday, and weren't able to come back until Thursday. So Robb and I spent the first 2 nights in our new home by ourselves, while Eli was a slave to the Vagireplace. Vaginaplace. Labiaplace. I don't know what to call it. I was pissed, but what are you going to do? Wasn't his fault.

I started the job today. I figured it was unseemly to be busy on a message board on my very first day, so I abstained. Being the last day of the month, the whole accounting department (including my boss) was all aflutter, and pretty much all I could do was try to stay out of the way.

I perused the Policies and Procedures manual, and made a disappointing discovery. While they are somewhat lax on email and internet usage (sort of just a "don't let it be a problem" kind of policy), they are death on instant messengers. DEATH. This puts a major crimp in my plans. I actually don't waste a lot of time on IM; it's the websites that take up so much of my time, so I was thinking I would give up the daytime surfing, but continue to enjoy the yahoo. I sort of look at it like my IM buddies are coworkers, there for a quick shooting of the breeze, but rarely any long in depth conversations. I'm not happy about this at all. At a later point, I may look at using the web based clients but for now I'll behave. I sat watching the woman ahead and to my left browse ebay for quite a while, so I'm not too worried about the boards as long as I get my stuff done.

As far as the actual job goes, seems like it'll be nice. It's a shit office, a big blank room with no windows, and 4 rows of 2 desks. There are 3 other people in that office currently, and at least I have the desk in the back corner. I can't stand having people behind me, it gives me the willies. I have to have a wall at my back. I also got a list of what my job duties will be. The specifics may as well have been in Greek, but I saw enough words I knew (reconcilliation, disbursements, journal, you know, all the comfort words) to make me feel good about it. I also like that while there are plenty of "as needed" type things I'll have to to, it is a lot more structured than my last job. There are quite a few things that need done every day, and they're fairly rote. I have to say, I don't like it or work well when it's a different scenario every day. I enjoy the routine.

Turns out that lawyers have crazy messy offices.

I walked to work and home again; it was lovely. It took just under 7 minutes from my front door to the reception desk at the firm. The weather has been surprisingly tolerable here, so it wasn't even too hot.

We're finally all hooked up with cable internet connection, and I got my laptop working too, so I guess I'm part of the night crew for now. I hope you're not talking about me when I'm not around.