Time flies when you're really friggen busy

Hoooo Boy had I forgotten what it's like to have a job with actual tasks, with actual deadlines. That last 3-4 years of working at the software shack were basically spent reading personal email and websurfing. Legacy software just doesn't sell, no matter how you market it.

This new job really keeps me hopping. I love that I don't have an early morning appearance requirement. It pleases me to no end that the boss is right there with me at 8:30 (post meridian as they say in the olde worlde) when we meet for the last brain synchronization exercise of the day before knocking off for some stress-nightmare-laden dreamtime. The other night we had post work cocktails, desperately earned after knocking off at 8:00 pm. (side note: Palio d'Asti, much ballyhooed in the 1990's has slid a l-o-o-n-g way. The food is good, but not great. The loud whooshing sound is the sound of service sucking. I had to give the busboy my water glass, not for water, but for exchange, as someone else's lipstick was already there. Oh yeah, he was 15 minutes late to the table. Also, for the very first time I was treated to the invisible woman treatment. The waiter didn't even wait for the second half of my boss's order before turning to me. I'd heard about this, but never experienced it. This is what we get to look forward to post-menopause, ladies. It is forehead vein throbbingly infuriating.

I'm not sure I'd want to do this long term. It lacks a certain intellectual stimulation that I need to stay interested in completing tasks and making deadlines. There is a certain glamour in planning a conference in a swanky locale with niche celebrities.

One weird synchronicity: my old, OLD employer is a major sponsor. While I lament the passing of my old supervisor, I would never, ever -even if I was starving and about to default on every loan I've ever had- work there again. Not gonna do it. Translation: networking ops are slim.

S'okay. I'm getting paid. I've worn the same pair of denims to work this week and le bosse hasn't said butkis. I've had cocktails once. All & all, not bad, in a worksort of way.