Nookish

Feeling old isn’t the greatest feeling in the world – but getting older, growing up? That seems to work out to be equal parts good and bad sometimes.

For the good – I bought my car this weekend ! It’s a platinum grey Volkswagen Jetta TDI highline. I feel a little bad because it’s so much nicer than my parent’s car, but for me it’s equal parts luxury and fuel efficiency – and entirely MY own (which makes it that much better). It’s mine on paper, but should be coming in sometime this week.

It’s also kind of funny that of late shopping for work clothes has been a bonding thing my mom and I have been doing, and shopping and learning about cars have been something my dad and I have been able to do together. I know there are some days when I just *know* I’m too old to live at home, but there are others where I really enjoy feeling like a valued peer to my parents. After making me feel terrible when I was hoboing at home and “not doing anything”, they’re now telling me how proud they are and how if I work hard
this’ll just be the beginning.

So I’m shopping for car insurance now, but my car should be coming in a few days. Yaaaayyyyy I’m *so* excited.

I love to travel. My favourite part of any journey is the time spent leisurely waiting to get there. Being a passenger is ideal, because you can enjoy the trip with little to worry about – BUT I’m just as fine with driving as long as I can choose the music and sing along quietly :p

That being said, I’m a terrible commuter. I dislike everything from figuring out the cryptic routes/schedules, to running/waiting for transit, to veing accosted by obnoxious strangers ON the transit itself. Just pretend you’re in a giant elevator and stare at the floor! I wear giant fuck off headphones for a reason!

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Second day of work, yay! I think the fact that I’m super excited despite being so completely overwhelmed with information and names that go with faces of people I’ll need to know, says a lot about how excited I am at this little excursion into adulthood.

My first day was spent mostly being given the grand tour and being introduced to people as “the new [former coworker]“, which everyone laughed at including me. That and doing training on how to use the new fanschy-smanschy printer/copier/fax/everything else machines that just came in that day. I found it funny that I felt more comfortable with the features than some people who had been there ages and just pushed buttons until something happened :p

There’s a lot of work – and a lot of new information to remember – but I’m taking it in stride and with a great deal of anticipation because what it means is that even if I end up doing data monkey work, it’s autonomous data monkey work that no one else is doing or able to do without training (to become familiar with it). That sense of valued contribution will certainly be appreciated after my last job, where we were clearly replaceable data monkeys.

I have my own little office and desk, and with the exception of the first little while, will mostly be managing my own schedule and projects.

I have to say though, after two months of bumming around my parents’ house, waking up early enough to get ready and get into work is HARD. But since that was expected I guess my only real complaint is ZOMG lots of transit. I know that after zeroing out my bank account just days before starting my new job I should be saving but my first project? Get a car! And now that my dad has taken me into showrooms and I’ve priced the cars (still have to price insurance) I’m so ridiculously excited that I’m like a kid waiting for Christmas.

So, update on life: still ridiculously excited!