Well, I'm in my first week of *real* training. And Pregnant Me is insisting that I'll never get it right - never, never, never (Not that I'm being overly emotional or anything. Nope. not at all). Then Regular Me (note that I didn't say Normal Me) is retorting that *of course* I'll get the hang of the job. And there's bound to be a learning period and everyone here knows that and that if I mess up at first it's A) almost expected cause I'm new and all and B)almost not my fault cause I only am getting ONE WEEK of training to do a job that the woman training me said it took her SIX MONTHS TO ONE YEAR to fully get the hang of. And she had her predecessor around to ask questions.

Yes, that's me babbling.

But, my wonderful fabulous friend C- gave me tips on how to get through spending my day on a computer.

And I have a fan and air freshners and a biiiiiiig ass corkboard that got hung up that has colored push pins on it already (did I mention how much I love office supplies).

In general, life is good.

And it's about freakin' time.