Today I met our accountant. He’s a really nice guy. I enjoyed talking to him. I thought, at a few points, he was going to punch me though. Like when he arranged the wires on the pc he was using. Or when he would ask me the most basic questions and I looked at him like he was speaking Greek.
Today I received a note from my new boss telling me how excited he is to work with me. It’s a really simple gesture…but it meant so much. In the beginning of the year, I made a goal to start writing one note a week to random people. The written word (I mean pen and paper) is dying. I am once again determined to bring it back.
Tomorrow I have a tough day. I have to be at a diner at 9AM for a breakfast meeting. I have no idea how I’m going to survive.
Have I mentioned how much I love my new job?