So I’m still loving my job. 1.5 full weeks in and I’m still excited to start my day. And let’s be honest, to walk out of the centre and end my day as well. I think I may have found the balance I want from work. But only time will tell I suppose.
Things are going pretty smoothly. A few minor hiccups here and there but nothing major and nothing that I can help. Just some peoples’ children….adult children. There are always a few and I found one….but it takes all kinds to make this world go ’round.
It’s almost 9pm here and I’m still sitting here waiting for my hubby to walk through the door. He’s going to be tired. He’s been at work since 6 and up since 4-something. Poor guy. He must be starving. I just want some J time before bed. That sounds really selfish I suppose.
But wait, I hear the key in the lock at this exact moment. He’s FINALLY home. I’m out.