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I think this town has 2 seasons - wear a coat and wear as little clothing as possible because it's hot! I'm missing having my windows open and enjoying the spring air :-(

My commute to work is super easy - if the Braves aren't playing :-) They delay me at least 20-30 minutes. I think the commute was what I was worried about (hello - I had a THREE BLOCK commute for the last year!)

My bosses were in today (yep - I went from zero to all three in one day). The Big Boss showed me some stuff on the comp and left me with a challenge. When we were talking he said, "Some people say that I am rude, and I admit that I could be nicer at times, but I'm here to do my job". I never thought I'd say I think I'm gonna like this dude from NJ.

This maybe hit me because I was re-reading an e-mail from a friend last night she was talking about how her mom said that NY has made her kinda hard/harsh. I think that about me too. Like when people are overly friendly (ok, they're probably just being friendly) - I don't know what to do with that. It takes me back and makes me quiet. I'm "worried" about relationships at the work place. The place is pretty hierarchical (don't ask me how many organizational charts I'm trying to memorize!) I'm hoping that being in the executive wing doesn't mean that I can just talk to managers...so far it doesn't seem like it will be like that, but we'll see.

Still waiting for baby Abigail to come out and join us - maybe she knows the pollen is bad and is staying where it's safe? (Or she's waiting til I get there so I can meet here when she is zero days old! :-D)

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tami schuch said…
wow-- you are in atlanta! i can't keep up with you. hope you settle in well and feel at home in no time.

we were at postmark the other day and we ordered our first smoothie of the season. i told the guy (who is perfectly nice and competent, of course) that samuel didn't want whipped cream on his "oh, we don't put whipped cream on the smoothies, so no worries," he responded.

no more whipped cream? where have i been? last time we ordered one, you were still there, i guess.

i also was half expecting him to automatically hand me a pair of scissors so that i could cut off some of the tall straw in that kiddie size cup, but he didn't and i didn't ask.

all those little unspoken exchanges that made your presence so special there. we miss you!

come visit, ok? we finally have our guest beds set up now!! :)

xo
t

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