I don't think it's good for a person to power-walk a 50 lb laptop to catch the bus while snarfing 2 pieces of toast and jam. It certainly wasn't good for my pants. Somewhere between my front door and the bus stop, red raspberry jam glopped onto the front right leg of my khakis.
Welcome back to the working world, Erin.
Once on the bus, I took a deep breath in to my bodymind (I'm still doing yoga - impressed?) and the sky turned a lovelier shade of gray as I told myself that any stress in the day's museum work could be washed away as soon as I remembered that no one is actually paying me to do any of this to begin with.
(breathe in) ... Ahhhhh ...
Actually, I quite enjoy the pressure I already feel as part of the museum staff. A grant application is due on Friday, and I've got a big-small part in getting it through.
Plus, several coworkers eat lunch together every day while doing the LA Times crossword. I think I'll like it here.
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Yea Erin! Back to work! They'll like having you there too, I'm sure.
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