I'm ready one hour early for the first day of my new job. I've got a new haircut, new shoes - I feel like a kid going back to school after the summer. All I'm missing is the new lunchbox with matching thermos.
It's been a while since I was "the new girl". Last time, I came home at the end of my first day and collapsed on the sofa, unable to answer the simplest question or form even short sentence fragments. It's the one and only time my hubby has ever seen me lost for words.
Wish me luck!
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