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It is an unfamiliar feeling to write in blogly from my own desk at home, with the page taking up the entire screen.  Back at the old company, I'd write my blog entries in notepad, then copy/paste them at the end of the day into blog.com, and not think about it until the next morning.  I'd read blogs and comics and drink coffee for at least the first hour of every day.  Now, I have to do this at night.  Feels foreign.  I can't believe I was able to get away with that at my other job.  I was sorting out some stuff for my health insurance and benefits today and thought to myself "should I really be doing this now?"  I'm not even doing anything yet and I'm at work for nine hour days.  It's a very different environment.
Today was my third day at New Company (sorry, Super-Duper New Company).  Getting dressed in the morning is turning out to be more of a chore than expected.  I have enough cycling clothes to wear a different outfit every day (without re-wearing) for at least a week and a half, maybe two.  But dressing for work?  I'm three days in and already wondering how I'm going to make it to Friday.  And this after what I thought was a massive shopping spree last weekend.
Maybe it's just my age, but dressing up for work is such a hassle.  I have to blow-dry my hair in the morning.  I have, quite literally, blow-dried my hair more in this week than I have in the last two years.  I bought makeup.  I've worn it.  I keep a brush in my bag and give my hair a run-through in the parking lot to make sure all's smooth.  I'm wearing shoes that you don't run in.  There is not a hood or a rip in site.  I looked in the mirror in the washroom today, and asked myself "is this really who I am?"  Faking it is OK for the moment, but I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm just having fun playing dress-up.
Anyway.  If that's my biggest problem with New Job, then I can handle it.  At least I'm not a lawyer and don't have to wear suits.  (You try fitting mountain-biker/swimmer shoulders in a freakin' suit without it being like drapery around the waist.)
Well, that's that.  I need sleep.  Maybe I'll be creative this weekend.
By the way, who's going as what for halloween?  I have a good costume idea but need to work out (or work in?) the kinks.