Here I am, insecure for now

-- This is Only for Now, by Charlotte Sometimes

One: My secondary boss-type lady (SBTL from here on out), the one I was convinced hated me at first but has been slowly warming up to me, is crazy. It’s a very long, very complicated story, but the gist of it is something like this:

- SBTL asks me to keep track of this flood of warranties that vendors are e-mailing to us.
- I decide to create a spreadsheet to organize the relevant data. Vendor name, product, date warranty was received, who sent it, etc.
- I show said spreadsheet to SBTL before she leaves, so she knows which vendors we have yet to hear from.
- SBTL calls me an overachiever.
- Cue massive WTF? moment, while I try not to shrivel up from the emotional cramping.

She said it like she was joking, but she wasn’t. The term “passive-aggressive” comes to mind. And yet, I still maintain that she abhors my very existence a little less every day. Okay, maybe every week. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.

Two: My giggly co-worker (we’ll call this one Giggly), who is basically spearheading the effort to integrate me into the circle, invited me to her birthday party this weekend. At a club. And I said I’d go. Let’s recap, shall we?

- I don’t really know any of these women, though they are all genuinely sweet to me.
- I’ve never been to a club, nor do I have any real desire to.
- Drinking is at the bottom of my fun scale. It’s the title of theirs.

Oh my, this will certainly be memorable. I am tentatively forecasting good stories when I return. :)

Three: I LOVE this job. It’s unreal how much fun I’m having. And I harbor no delusions about the fleeting nature of this feeling, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank the gods of luck for the generosity they have bestowed upon me, yet again. *genuflects*