Flavor du Jour

The first week is now over, and I must say that it flew right by. So far I'm really enjoying my job. Despite my initial apprehension and worries, it's actually going very well. My boss is great, which of course helps. He's teaching me the ins and outs of his business, including both the acquisitions and asset management side. It's very challenging, which is great, and I've learned so much in the first week alone.

Since I'm only about a 5 or 10 minute walk away, I walked down to Union Square yesterday to check it out. They just renovated it, and they unveiled it about a week and a half ago. I can't say I'm highly impressed. But, since the last time I was at Union Square was probably as a child, I can't say I can really compare it to before. It looks clean (at least for now), and would be a great spot to eat lunch and do some people watching.

And I've been forcing my self to not whip out the credit cards and go running into Prada, Versace, Chanel, and all of the other stores out there and taking care of my salary for the next year. I'll be a good girl, I promise. But, there is this sweater I saw at Versace that's only $300. I haven't tried it on...yet.

Anyway, sorry for the absence for the past week. Things have been a little busy this past week. I can't promise it's going to get entirely better anytime soon. Next weekend is Jon's family reunion. The weekend after that we're going camping. And then hopefully the weekend after that I'll be heading out to New York for the company picnic. On top of that add work, and all of my other commitments and I'll more or less update when I can. At least until I get my schedule on a semi-normal routine.

Tonight is my last night of freedom. After today I am no longer free from the stranglehold of the 9-5 workday, suited commuters crammed onto BART (though I've had a daily taste for the last four years since I took BART to Cal every day), and no more three month summer vacations. Am I nervous? Certainly. I don't know diddly-squat about commercial real estate investments. But, I am also excited. Excited to learn, and be challenged. And also excited to be pulling in a nice pay check. Pulling down almost $3200 a month will be nice compared to next to nothing. Plus, it means I can finally move out from under my parent's roof, and have a little place which I can call my own. Now, if only I can get everyone to realize that I know and don't need to be reminded over and over again that now I'm entering the real world, and it's definitely nothing like college. They just want me to be miserable, like they are. Well, in my last moments of what I suppose you could call childhood, I have only one thing to say to them: Poo on you.