how Karen got her groove back...

...a little. Karen's a white girl, so she never really had "groove". As a silly male high school classmate once informed Dana and I, we were "the whitest girls" he had ever met. But still, getting back in the swing of things this week.

So far, so good with the new job. Also good: the temp agency makes a quick weekly turnaround on payroll. Sweet, sweet moolah. I've been getting all of my assigned work done on time, if not ahead of schedule, so hopefully it will bode well for this temp position turning into permanent employee status. As long as I'm not becoming a nuisance to my boss, since I'm always coming to her for more to do. It will be better when I've been there a while and understand everything that goes on so I'll know what needs to be taken care of. But I think I have been pretty good about working independently and figuring things out by myself, while still knowing when to ask questions. There is supposed to be a 60-90 day trial period before I can be offered employee status, so both the employer and I can decide if this is a good match. I'm getting used to living 8-hour days in cubicle-land again. It's funny how it's not driving me crazy (yet) like it did before I got into massage. My typing speed is working up towards where I was before massage school. I am having to adjust to a conventional business environment and schedule, but I now have Saturdays free!!! We'll probably be gorging on the chips and salsa tomorrow for Cinco de Mayo. For now though, the baby wants pizza.

I think Gretchen is going through an adjustment with our schedule, too. The times Rick & I left for and came home from work have in the past been pretty staggered, so the most time Gretchen would have to spend by herself indoors was 6 hours, and I had an extra day off during the week. I think she has been getting a little cabin fever, or maybe she's going though the doggy version of "terrible twos", because she is extra sassy and disobedient this week. She is still sweet and loving after she calms down, but when we give her commands like sit or shake, she makes this groaning bark sound, wags her head and rolls over on the floor. What a clown. I can't wait to see how she handles having a baby around here full time.

Hurry up, Papa John's! Can't have Friday night without pizza. But fajita fiesta tomorrow! Can you tell I'm (we're) hungry?