Today marks three years since I first arrived in Colorado. See the story about "X Day" here.
It's been quite an adventure since then—and sometimes I've had to do some things I didn't like, to make ends meet. But this Tuesday, I began what looks like a promising career at IBM.
These first few weeks will be all about training, and I have a whole lot to learn. I joined a larger group of trainees who already have a headstart on me, and it feels a little bit like that dream where you walk into the classroom with a test in progress, you have no pencil or paper, and don't even know what the textbook looks like. But I'm a quick learner, and am excited to see where this road leads.
Wednesday was my first true "Hump Day" in a long while. Even in the 00's, when I was gainfully employed at the museum in Georgia, I frequently had to go in on weekends, sometimes unexpectedly. So for the past decade, whether I've been working or not, the concept of "midweek"—like the "weekend"—has been sort of meaningless. But on Friday afternoon, I joined some of my new co-workers at an actual Happy Hour at the Avery Tap Room, sampling such tasty beers as the Hog Heaven barleywine-style ale, Mai-Rye Bock, and the Trogdor.
And what am I doing this Saturday morning? Nothing at all!
It's been quite an adventure since then—and sometimes I've had to do some things I didn't like, to make ends meet. But this Tuesday, I began what looks like a promising career at IBM.
These first few weeks will be all about training, and I have a whole lot to learn. I joined a larger group of trainees who already have a headstart on me, and it feels a little bit like that dream where you walk into the classroom with a test in progress, you have no pencil or paper, and don't even know what the textbook looks like. But I'm a quick learner, and am excited to see where this road leads.
Wednesday was my first true "Hump Day" in a long while. Even in the 00's, when I was gainfully employed at the museum in Georgia, I frequently had to go in on weekends, sometimes unexpectedly. So for the past decade, whether I've been working or not, the concept of "midweek"—like the "weekend"—has been sort of meaningless. But on Friday afternoon, I joined some of my new co-workers at an actual Happy Hour at the Avery Tap Room, sampling such tasty beers as the Hog Heaven barleywine-style ale, Mai-Rye Bock, and the Trogdor.
And what am I doing this Saturday morning? Nothing at all!