Me And My New Digs:

Margarita Pie:

Earlier this week began the lightning bolt of frenzy that is known as ON THE JOB TRAINING. What this entails: Copious amounts of information dumping, emails, appointments, meetings and feeling frustrated and confused 150% of the time. AND I LOVE IT. Today I was able to speak with my students and settle their nerves and help them with their concerns over class schedules. I really appreciate the people that I work with, they are young and vibrant and eager to help and we are all in the same boat together,...puttering along.

In other news I moved into my new place and began acting like the single sister that I am. Wood floors. Meals for one (sausage and peppers, pasta with salad, frozen Indian dinners). A tiny cat named Sylvia.

I've yet to set up internet at the apartment so I'm stealing away a few moments every few days at my local Starbucks. I walked in tonight and spied a handsome man/boy in the corner. Obviously I nervously looked away and ran for the complete opposite side of the room. A fine young thang just sat down at his table. Obviously.

I want to make my aunt's famous Margarita Pie and bring it for my fellow cubicle cuties on Friday. Don't you wish you sat near me at work? Recipes to come.

Status Updates and Program Changes and Bears, Oh My!:

Today I sat in a meeting for 2 hours eating chocolate and falling asleep. Yesterday we had an hour and a half long lunch. Tomorrow we are celebrating with a pizza potluck. My job is pretty bomb.

All jokes aside the training is very intensive and I'm just barely half way through. With copious amounts of information to memorize, verbalize and then think critically about, the days are starting to wear me down. Next week I leave the classroom atmosphere and begin "on the job training" or OJT as me and my fellow corporate robotrons like to refer to it as. And three weeks after that, dun dun dun....I'm flying solo!

I'm super pumped to begin working with students, but is it wrong that I'm almost more jazzed about "nesting" in my cubicle and arranging my pencils and pens just so? Maybe.

I move into my apartment Friday night. Ya know what that means kiddos, vino vino for everybody!

Get It Girl:

No Regrets. Push Forward.

This is my new mantra. And by new I mean my long-standing and recently revisited credo. I've never been a person to live life with many regrets, I try to keep that running tally at zero. Whether it's eating a rice krispy treat AND ice cream for dinner, fooling around too soon, getting lost during my lunch break or forgetting to make a credit card payment, I'm taking these hiccups with a grain of salt. Or a spoonful of sugar. Or a glass of water upside down, according to my grandma. This isn't to say that I don't worry or stress. I'm a worrier by nature. My grandma is Italian. I have a quarter life crisis every three and a half minutes. But after I settle my nerves and come back down to earth, I let it go. And that's how I feel myself maturing.

I have a new job that I love. I have a new car that I adore going fast in. I'm in the process of moving. I'm really digging my life right now. So those little faux pas that I've committed recently, well, I'm over it.

No Regrets. Push Forward.