Okay, so I lied. I didn’t write here last night; instead, I met Aussie and hung out with her for awhile. I used to always wonder about the people who had the energy or the inclination to socialise after work. At my last job, my focus was on running away as soon as possible and not looking back.
Today on the train in I was thinking that not once – not once – since starting at Operation Fingerpaint have I thought, Oh God, I have to go to work today. If anything, I feel very happy with the way I am spending my days. This is a totally foreign feeling, but it sure is nice to know it’s possible.
