Today was my last day at HQ.  What does that mean?  Well, I finally got a desk of my own.  And a phone of my own.  And a drawer.  And I’m walking away from all that glamour to work for a start-up.

I didn’t expect any fanfare…that is for certain.  I actually got what I expected…we need you to write down what you do on a daily basis.  And we need you to teach this person about this and this person about that.  I never expected that I wouldn’t see one of my bosses.  Again.  I’d like to say that I’m really sad, but I’m not. 

I started receiving emails from my new job today.  I got more emails from them today than I received from any coworker in a long time.  It looks like I’m going to have two work emails as well as my two personal emails.  Tomorrow they’ll get set up.

Last night I journalled for the first time in a long time.  Actually picked up a pen and wrote in my journal.  (insert gasp here) I find it amusing–or frustrating and aggravating–that today I found myself challenged on the subject of my writing.  Isn’t that the way it always is?  I mean…what are the changes of me seeing something that challenges everything that I wrote?  I immediately emotionally reacted.  Then I took a step back and realized that I was assaulted by my own issues.