Life continues...

I am really enjoying my job. I have my own office, it's a relaxed atmosphere, and the people here seem decent to work with. I was warned to watch what I say around here though, since I guess there is a lot of office drama and politics. Stuff that I don't want to be caught up in.

So far, I am keeping my head down and my mouth shut, and trying to tone down my perverted sense of humour around most people until I get to know them. Some people I am already quite comfortable around, some people sort of bug me, and there are one or two people who don't acknowledge my presence, even when I give them a "hello" or a "good morning". I don't think that's very nice, but that's their problem, not mine.

My boss is a ghost; I hardly ever see her, and when I do, it's brief and fleeting, and I'm left wondering if it really happened. The boss of my boss, the Head Honcho, scares the living crap out of me. I feel like she's staring at me when I'm around her, sizing me up. Terrifying... eek!

Life outside of work has been wonderful. Boyfriend's Mom packs my lunch every day and makes me tea, having money again means having jeans that fit (all my old ones are too big, due to a slow, but steady, weight loss over the past year), and I feel like there is always something to do, unlike OldCity, where I was bored all of the time.

I graduated from university a couple of weeks ago, and now officially hold a degree. I am very proud of myself, because when I look back to my group of friends that I grew up with, only two of us have university degrees. It was nice being home for a weekend, although it was raining on my graduation day. I was probably the only girl in my graduating class who wore jeans and sneakers, instead of something fancy. I never did feel like I quite fit in at my school, and I guess this proves it.

Things with The Boyfriend are wonderful. Never have I been this happy in a relationship. I have never been with a guy who is so mature, and who doesn't feel the need to kiss my ass and spill his heart out to me every three minutes. I'm not the type of person to talk about my feelings, and neither is he. I know he loves me, he knows I love him. We make up for lack of mushy talk by spending time together, cuddling, and picking on each other. We were best friends before our relationship, and we're still best friends, only now we liuve together and get to do fun bedtime activities.

I'm eating better, started walking with Boyfriend's Mom to get some exercise, and my car uses way less gas because I am so close to everything. That's how things are going for me in NewCity so far.

Life is good.