Hey, remember me?

I'm that dork who couldn't bear to miss a day in blogland. I can't believe it's been nearly two weeks since I've spent any real time here! Yikes.

That's another cool feature of having a new job: time flies. I'm working longer hours most days than I used to, but it doesn't FEEL like it. I'm sure that will change one day, but I'm liking that feeling.

Also? Still sleeping better, now that I'm past the anxiety of that first week. I am SO happy about that.

This past week was a little more challenging than the first two, in that we implemented a new organizational system (how's that for vague corporate speak?) and it was received better by some folks than others. Actually, I was really pleased at how many of my new colleagues took to the new system. Some even raved about it, which was really cool. It still needs tweaking, but we're past the hardest part.

Another cool thing? I got to go to the Raiders-49ers game last Sunday, courtesy of my new employer. I went with a co-worker I've actually known socially for a few years and her boyfriend, who was all nervous about making a good impression on his woman's new boss...!! Imagine the snort-fest I had over THAT notion. I can't say we paid much attention to the game, between the chatting and... uh... the alcohol... but it was good fun. And my ears are still ringing from all the extraordinarily loud chanting of "Raaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddddddderrrrrrrrrrs" before, during, and after the game. Good times.

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It's amazing what a difference $900 worth of work can make in a car. I've known for awhile that I really needed new tires and definitely needed a tune-up, and kept deferring the work. I wasn't driving my car daily, and oh yeah, didn't have much wiggle room financially, so I was waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more.

But my car started crying for help, in the form of squealing brakes, so I knew it was just a matter of time before disaster struck as I drove down the steep streets of Potrero Hill after hula class. Luckily, I got the car into the shop BEFORE anything bad happened, but I was white-knuckling it, every time I got behind the wheel. And now, after some new front tires, new front brakes, a tune-up, oil and lube... it feels like a brand new car. A safer one, with an engine that practically purrs. (It, too, had been crying for help, but I was pretending not to hear.)

Speaking of hula class? He's started adding arm work into the steps now and I feel like a complete spaz again. But I ain't quitting...