pressure.

Major meeting over.  We’re in the Home Stretch, people.  I can smell the end of this job, and it’s sweet.

I’ve decided I like my boss after all.  Sure, she’s insane, but I’ve worked for her for over a year and I survived.  I mean, there are worse things.  She was tough, but I appreciate what I’ve learned from her.  Maybe it’s the graduation goggles, but she’s really a likeable lady.

Super excited to start at Saunders Farm.  They want me to start early, and that’s all well and good, but will require one uncomfortable conversation with the boss.  Oh well.  What needs to be needs to be.  What am I supposed to do?  It does make sense to start early.  And from what I can tell, cutting two weeks off my employment here won’t cause the company to declare bankruptcy.  Plus, I’m getting paid more at the new gig.  So why wouldn’t I leave earlier?  More money = less debt = happier me.

Plus, WEDDINGS.  Plus, MORE FREEDOM!  I anticipate much more freedom to make decisions and go ahead with things the way I want them done.  None of this "Send the email to me before sending it to so and so."  Scary and wonderful things, friends.  Can’t wait.

Buying my wedding dress tomorrow evening.  WHAT?  YES!  It’s true!

I’ve been running after work the past two days.  I’m so sore I can hardly walk.  Heels are a challenge today.  I’ve been taking the elevator instead of the stairs all day.  No stairs.  They are my enemy.

I have work to do tonight for my first real weddng client.  Including sending the couple the contract for my services.  Hello, new business.  What’s up?

Success?  Yes, success, please.