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And Here We Are!

on 22 October, 2014

Today marks the start of the last week of the first three months of this job. Most jobs, at least for me, require about this much time just to get the lay of the land – tools, process, people, expectations, etc. I am still wildly in love with this job and I am finding that what once was perceived as being handled with kid gloves or being dealt with at arm’s length is the fact that my little team is enourmously busy. I guess I know now why they hired me in to do the work singularly with the journals project.

Nothing could be better, (well, I suppose the commute could be shorter) but I couldn’t ask for anything more. I have a great boss, my teammates are supportive and responsive, my project group is awesome and the company is truly exciting. Medicine is one of those fields that you don’t have to worry about things slowing down or the need will disappear, this is something that will always be on the cutting edge of technology.

The paycheck is more than I could have hoped for! Last week my check was an unexpected bonus, as there are five Fridays in October, so one whole check was not budgeted. And after the belt-tightenig that we’ve been doing, this windfall was fantastic. I was able to go out and almost with abandoned buy exactly what I needed – er, rather, what I wanted (which is mostly what I need). Like, replacing the television in my sewing room with a new flatscreen and moving the AppleTV to it, and replacing the streaming device for the main television with Roku and signed up for Amazon Prime. Didn’t bat an eyelid. Way cool!

I am trying to not be stupid when it comes to purchases, though, and of course, paid myself first. And spent a fair amount restocking the kitchen cabinets (which were getting a bit bare) and freezer. My grocery bill was almost double the usual. But of course, I still used my grocery store card and coupons. Hey, all of it matters!

I am sure that I have mentioned this in the past, but I grew up in a kind of a crazy family… there were ten of us kids, although only 8 lived to adulthood. But around my “tween” years, I shared the house with 5 brothers and 1 (baby) sister and we NEVER had enough of anything. It was the kind of household where you’d regularly run out of shampoo and have to use dish soap to wash your hair, be using the bathroom and run out of toilet paper (run out in the HOUSE not just in the room) and someone would hand you a box of kleenex (if we were lucky) or roll of paper towels (always expensive) but there were times when you were handed rags. That was awful.

I have this favorite story I tell about socks. Most people don’t give much thought to socks as kids, but because of sheer number of socks my mom washed, she wouldn’t sit and pair them and identify socks as belonging to a specific person. Instead, she would scoop the socks out of the dryer into a basket and everyone got their own socks from there. The socks were all the same, those horrible cheap tube socks without heels and would wear through very quickly. The majority of them always required mending, again, something not done on any regular basis, so there were maybe ten pairs of “good” socks when they came out of the dryer.

Tube Socks!

For some reason, I was never able to get down to the laundry room to collect “my” socks – probably too busy taking care of “the baby”, but for whatever reason, I always ended up with socks with holes in the toes or heels or they actually had been darned and the seam was under your foot. Wearing them would result, inevitably, in seriously discomfort and perhaps even a blister. So when I moved away from home, the first thing I did was to buy 75 pairs of socks that I vowed to never darn or mend and they would be thrown away when they were too thin or worn through.

I still do that to this day. I throw away tons of socks that most people would find acceptable. Not me. My motto is, I never run out of anything and I never wear anything torn, mended or worn out. Neither does my son. It is what I learned growing up poor.

So this past weekend also included on a socks and underwear run for me and The Kid. Of course, I never do anything in moderation, so we’re good and stocked up for any pending apocalypse!

So, the week is half over and I am outta here. What a great day!



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