Have you ever had one of those movie moments? Things are going so right, the sun is shining, and there is even a soundtrack?

I had one of those moments today. My training got out early so I was able to take an early train home (see, in the end it was a good thing I missed my train at my station and had to drive to the one with the meters ... this early train didn't go to my normal station). The sun was shining, there were people all around, and there was a guy playing a great beat on a drum set right in the middle of it all.

It was one of those YESSSssss moments

Lately, my work days are a struggle.

I go in late, because there's not much to do, and I can. But, I feel guilty about it and check my email and phone messages in the mornings before leaving home so I'm up to speed when I get in. That makes me feel better for a bit. I love having some extra time in the mornings, but then I half worry on the train when my book isn't holding my attention and my mind wanders.

There's stuff to do with no deadline and lots of unpacking and it's so de-motivating once I get in there.

I've got a great job now, that will be great for me. I need to grasp my tasks, finish them, and then make room to make this job my own. It's tough, the girl before me was the first one in this job, and she did it for 6 years. She's great and has been massively helpful. Before, in my last job, there was a need to do things the same way the girl before me had done them. But now, I have the opportunity to bring my skills & ideas to the tables and perhaps improve things, or at the very least to make them my own.

It's a challenge. Let's see how it goes.

I have become a huge wimp. Ever since we put in our air conditioners, little tiny bugs have appeared on our walls & ceiling. They're tiny and I envisioned them falling on me in my sleep and thus made Tim climb around squishing them in Kleenex. I don't know exactly when I became too much of a wimp to do it myself.

This morning, there was some kind of large bug (like 1") with antennae and a hard shell body (you could just tell). I tried to squish him under a book on the carpet but every time I checked he was still wriggling. It was the worst. I was suddenly hit with guilt. Some how, the size of this bug, and kiling it myself made me feel guilty, and I definitely couldn't squish him in Kleenex, ewwww.