From the kitchen: “Time for a cookie? Hey, at least I’m not trying to get twenty dollars out of your purse.” Mom and I celebrated my first day of work with Cherry Garcia and the Golden Girls.
That was just five short days ago. Somehow I blinked, and the week was gone. And at the end of the day, I couldn’t be any happier about my new job. My team is incredible. My immediate supervisor fields all of my peabrained questions with the greatest patience, and the five (soon to be four as one is moving) guys of the apps team have already become de facto big brothers to me. Everyone at the Tribune has been welcoming. People stop by my desk to introduce themselves. The Tribune building itself is freaking amazing, with bits of stone from historic places from Bethlehem to England embedded in the walls.
Tomorrow I move into my new apartment. I’ll be bedless for a couple of days, until my mattress is delivered Tuesday. (Poor Mom!) And then Wednesday I leave for ONA until the following Sunday. And then I’ll be back in Chicago — my new home — for the foreseeable future.
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
— Carl Sandburg, “Chicago“