. . . working full time . . . takes time to get back into the groove after having been out of it for 4 months. Waking up before the sun’s out. What is this hour before 10am? It’s ungodly. Needing coffee or another caffeine source to avoid (in my case) extreme crankiness. Wearing high heels every day and dragging back out the panty hose. I hate panty hose . . .

I started working last Thursday (all good) and I appreciate all the histarical laughter as I try to find sanity while rejoining the world of working women. I know it’s hard to refrain, isn’t it?

This afternoon I sit in my corner office listening to my coworkers analyze which side of who’s opinion I will be on. It seems the majority is in agreement that I will not be backing the boss . . . as they all poke fun and snicker at him. The boss with his confidence that I am nicer than that and will not be the new member of the peanut gallery. Friday the debate was on whether or not they should tell me dirty details about the previous keeper of my title. I may sit in a back office but I can hear everything, so when someone speaks up to say ‘Don’t tell Danielle’ well you can guess that I will reply.

I am definitely getting a kick out of it all. 8 other coworkers and more energy and chatter than the 30+ office I was last in. I appreciate the friendliness, the realness and lack of ‘fake nice’, the security in my position, the credit given where credit due. Can it be after just 3 days I am already able to define the office flavor and I feel no ‘new office i don’t fit in blues’?

I guess I wont have to soak up ‘9-5′ and ‘Take this Job and Shove It’ each morning for breakfast while I wollow in self pitty and angrily dig for bus money to haul my butt to work so I can wollow in more self pitty, and stew in ‘work sucks’ attitude.

I feel good . . . but I do need a nap.