Started the new job yesterday. I was waiting to post again until I got a job (particularly after my suitably cryptic entry about the letter in March - now I realize how foolish that was. Both the letter and the wait).

But this position is the right fit for me. I'm terrified, of course, and floundering like a flounder would, if the flounder were trying to come into a job midstream. Wait, no, the flounder would be at home in the stream. Or in the ocean. I don't know much about flounders. Oh, why did I take this job as a fisherman?

Day One was all about the paperwork. Tax forms, complicated insurance forms (Accidental Death and Dismemberment? What?), and more losing Monopoly pieces at McDonald's. Rough day. Skipped on-site dinner because there was no one to eat with. We'll see what the future holds...