Day Three Wednesday

One keycard for main door. Another keycard for office door. A key for the second office door. Another key for the washroom. I feel like a school janitor.

We’re all going to lunch today. Thank you. I’m always hungry.

Still no trash can. I’ll use Coughers’ for now. Wedding day countdown is at 107. I’m going to sneeze every time you cough.

You know I have nothing to do right? I’m trying hard to not surf the web. And harder to find something “work” to remain occupied.  My eyes are heavy and the coffee isn’t helping, even if it’s authentic- Starbucks-office- brewed.

System training is continuing. System is clever and intuitive. What a relief.

Please “bless me” my sneeze.

Thank you for lunch. You ladies are lovely and interesting. Me? Yes, I have children. Several, in fact. Oh, I’m the only one who is married and has kids? That’s great news. I feel no judgments or assumptions.

We get to wear jeans the rest of the week? I’m gonna like it here. 

I have to go to the washroom. Where is my key!

It’s too early to ask when I can take vacation.