Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, June 01, 2007
 
On Monday, I start my new job. Three months ago, to the day, I started my last job. Yesterday was my last day. I am thrilled to be returning to the store I first worked at and to work for the person who hired me into the company. I've always said that what matters most to me is who I work for. With this last job, I took a leap of faith. Unfortunately, with some leaps you don't necessarily land where you want to. But, if you're smart, you look around and climb back out. Which I did.

I will miss only one thing about the last job. My friend, Samara. We'll still constantly see each other. But not having her on premises really is going to be hard.

I have a couple of days off before I start and I am going to take some time to just be with my husband. Maybe catch a movie. Definitely eat some good food.

I have already been thinking about my new position and the duties I will have. I have some ideas. Actually, I have many ideas. I had many ideas about the last position. Too bad that I never got a chance to use them. I think in this new position, I will be working with someone who will definitely give me a chance to try them out. Because, unlike the last leap of faith, I know there will be people there to catch me. Later.
 
Comments:
We need to get Samara to come back "home!"
 
Good luck with the new job...

I was reading thru your blog...I'm not vegan, but I buy mostly Organic foods and stuff. Try to do my part, ya know? Anyway, stop by and say hi sometime.
www.rickrockhill.blogspot.com
 
i guess i don't have an excuse to visit the LES anymore. :-)
 
Good luck with Monday. I will be thinking of you on your first day back.

Kev in NZ
 
Good luck...change is change :)
 
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