Holy Shinickyies.

Day Two and I'm already freaking out. FINALLY got my phone number. YAY. But now it's time for the real deal -- a place to stay (and get freakin settled, FOR REAL) as well as...oh right. 

A job.

I haven't been to the beach quite yet, but I think I'm interested in venturing out that way and just applying applying. Apparently the market for corporate jobs aren't doing so hot, so there's that. But I'm totally okay with doing some bar/wait staff work. Bring on the customers!

BTW. The price to live here - HIIIGGGHHH...but I keep thinking about the exchange rate and all right! I ain't poor here!

And as a final note...I miss Target. TERRIBLY. I should really get a job in their corporate headquarters -- I spend most my paycheck there anyway. Hmmm....not a bad ide-er :-) (that was my OZ accent...sad, I know).

Much love! More to come! Promise!

The Last Few Days...

Fortune says: "Sometimes traveling to a new place leads to great transformation" ... And, boy, do I need some transformation.

Technically, I don't exactly start my adventure for another 10 days, but it's my last few days here in the Corporate World.

And, honestly. Things couldn't be more awkward.

I say this in a loving way, really I do, but I can't help but feel like I really am just that replaceable.

The Marketing group has moved on, doing what they do best -- coping with the added pressure of losing someone.

But. It feels weird. Really weird. And I can't help but feel torn between two things.

A. Living out my few days here with a smile.

B. Getting the 'h' outta here for the sake of my sanity.

Alas, I prevail. And stick it out with as much biting my tongue as possible. I never said it would be easy.

In other news, things are REALLY starting to get down to the wire. And I don't really have a plan. All I know is -- I need to start packing. Not only my backpack, but my life as well.

I have this awful condo to contend with and so far, it's winning. So, I'm trying to mend my pride and succeed with a victory (as much as possible) in the end. We'll see what happens, but I know it's going to involve a lot of heavy lifting. Boo.

Sidenote: The time it took me to write this, I down an entire cup of hot chocolate. And I will not make any apologies for it. It. Was. Delicious.