Yet another personal post – I swear to God I’ll start talking about Personal Finance again soon.
Today was my second day on my new job and I absolutely LOVE it. I received a call today from my boss, and he told me he was simply calling to tell me that he had received a ton of positive feedback about my performance, and to commend me for the work. The people I work with are friendly, helpful, and positive. They have all been on this team for a minimum of five years, some of them have been on the team for ten or more years. This, to me, is a VERY good sign. The pace is fast, but manageable. There are a lot of kinks to work out but I’m loving the opportunity, since I’m already starting to tweak the office to my liking. Tomorrow I’m bringing in a kettle to have tea available for the agents. On Monday I’m going to try to bring in cookies. My goal is to make the office the coolest place to be.
My boss has called me talented from the first day, and today he told me that although the salary we agreed to is absolutely guaranteed, he likes to reward ability highly. Unless I’m mistaken, that means as long as I keep up the good work, I can do even better with how much income I’m raking in. It really seems like a great match, because I have always wanted to excel in a position, and now it feels like I’m valued enough to keep me motivated.
The reason I’m a tumbly tumbleweed, however, is due to another set of crazy circumstances, I need to find a place to live on my own. I was going to move into a big ol’ house in the West End with some girlfriends, but my new job is very far north and I was genuinely worried about the commute from the Annex, and I have decided that I miss living alone. It has nothing to do with my girlfriends, and everything to do with the fact that I need some space to heal after the complete “ripping off the bandaid” that happened when I lost my job and house. It’s the final loose end that I need to tie up after the Liberty Village Saga. Plus it’s a surefire way to guarantee that no one will walk in on me when I’m in savasana in the middle of the living room, or belting along the lyrics to Avenue Q. Plus, I think I can comfortably afford my own place.
I’m going to use the time alone to really reset myself and my life. I’m so happy with my part time job and my full time job. I’m also SO incredibly happy about how things are with my boyfriend (that’s right…boyfriend. It’s official. As of last night.) This is a great opportunity for me to take some time to myself and figure out what makes me happy. Because the bf, as an investment banker on Bay Street, works insanely long hours, I only get to see him a couple times a week, if that. So I get to have this wonderful man in my life, while at the same time having a ton of time for myself. He’s so awesome. I’m gushing. Eeeeeeee.
Point being, that I’m going to start running again. I’m going to start meditating, and I’m going to try to catch at least one yoga/Bodyflow class per week. I’m going to start to try cooking again, and reading fiction on a regular basis. Basically, I’m going on a personal retreat, but it’ll be in the comfort of my own apartment.
Om mani padme Hummmm.