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[01 Jan 2010|02:52pm] |
Hello, I’m Lia. Well, technically Cecilia, but only my mom calls me that. Do you want to be my mom? I’ll answer that for you: trust me, you really, really don’t. By the way, ‘do you want to be my mom?’ is not a question I thought I’d end up asking anyone at work, let alone on my first day, but blogs make you do funny things. In my experience they tend to make people a lot more honest than they would be on a face-to-face basis, so it should be interesting to see how they translate in a work setting.
I guess it’s a fitting time to get a new job, it being a new year (in case you hadn’t noticed - which you had, because you don’t live under a rock. I know this because you can’t fit a computer under one of those). Ordinarily this would be a time full of anticipation and excitement and... I don’t know... tingliness. However, this year I’ve vowed not to get excited about what’s coming up because I always end up disappointed. I figure if you don’t look forward to the surprises the new year will bring then you can’t be upset when they turn out to be, well, crap, frankly. Cynical, me? Well, yeah. I guess it’s best you know that from the offset.
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