Happy Anniversary to Me!

Last week marked one year since I arrived in New Orleans, and yesterday was my one-year anniversary at work. My immediate supervisor and her boss both sent very sweet cards, and my supervisor even bought me a little gift. They have both been so helpful and so welcoming, not just in terms of work issues but in relocation in general. I got a terrific performance eval at work, which boosted my self-confidence a great deal. (My Debbie Downer side is always wondering if I'm on the verge of being fired.) Meanwhile, I'm getting all introspective on the good and the bad of the past year. I'll share some thoughts when I'm not exhausted.

In other news, another job opportunity may be on the horizon, this one in-house in the medical library. Apparently, TPTB have decided to fill an open position (which, in this economy, isn't always a given -- I think every time someone leaves a position, no matter what the employer, there's a great deal of review and consideration about whether the job can be eliminated).

Also, it looks like dog poop lady across the street may be leaving. Her house is up for sale, it seems. I feel bad for her, because she's not in good health, but at the same time I'm a little relieved considering that we don't have the best neighborly relations. Who knows, maybe all the tenants will be staying?

One more day this work week (despite working for a secular institution, all the offices are closed for Good Friday), and then a long weekend. I'm in desperate need, because in addition to a busy spell at the office, I've also been battling allergies for the past couple weeks. (I've been living on Ricola and Sudafed.) Unfortunately, much of the weekend will be spent getting our taxes together. They'll probably hear the screaming in Baton Rouge.