Today was my first real day at my new job (orientation doesn’t completely count, in my book).  It involved all of the normal first day things–meeting of co-workers, getting computer sign-in info, etc.  There was even a “first day of school” outfit selection session the night before.  Oh, and there was some spilled yogurt on my skirt for good measure (from 11:30 on).  I think that added a touch of real life to my first impression.  “Hi, I’m Hannah, and I spill things on my clothes.  Regularly.”

I think it went well, real life and all.  The only sad thing about the new job so far is what it’s doing to my evening motivation.  Also known as my prime cooking hours.  Also known as we might starve in the near future.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all of the cooking practice I’ve had in the past several months, and I think I’ve picked up some skills along the way. My onion chopping time is only half of what it used to be.

I think my carefully gathered recipe collection is going to have to start nearly from scratch, however.  For Housewife Hannah, cooking time isn’t an important part of recipe selection.  For Professional Yogurt-Stain Hannah, those 16-minute recipes start looking awfully nice compared to the fancy 1-hour options.

So yeah, that’s where I am.  Avoiding moving towards the kitchen, cuddled up between my warm dog and my warm laptop on the soft, squishy couch.  Can you tell I don’t want to get up?  On the bright side, if I do ever stand up again, we’ll have stuffed acorn squash with chorizo and tastiness for dinner.  If it’s any good, I’ll tell you where to find the recipe.  If it stinks, I’ll spare you the pain.