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The Sunday Salon

Another really quiet weekend here. This past week has been quite busy; I spent most of the week tying up loose ends at my old job before moving on to the new. They haven’t hired anyone for the old job, but I spent a part of the week teaching an extern how to do the job. I also passed on another part of my work to someone else. The problem is that I was doing the work of three people in my old job, so finding people to do all of that was the challenge. My parents took me out to dinner on Friday to celebrate, and that was really nice.

I’m looking forward to starting my new job tomorrow, though. I received a very nice e-mailed welcome from the out-going person who holds the job and a couple of people in the department, and it seems as though I’m really going to like it. I think in the future I’m going to change things up a bit; instead of going to the gym after work, I think I may go in the morning. I tried doing it that way one time a couple of weeks ago and actually enjoyed it (?!) so this might work out better, actually. And since my work hours at the new job are going to be later than the old (I don’t have to be at work until 7:30), this actually might work out well. I’m not a morning person, but my body seems to function best first thing in the morning.

I’ve not done much reading this week, but I did manage to finish The Sixth Surrender, by Hana Samek Norton (terrible; the readers over at HFO have been tearing this book apart), The Devil’s Horse, by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles; and then today I read in its entirety Henrietta’s War: New From the Home Front, 1939-1942, by Joyce Dennys. The latter by far was my favorite read of the week, so much so that I couldn’t stop reading it. It’s a short novel told in epistolary form, and it’s similar in some ways to Good Evening, Mrs. Craven. I do like the books put out by the Bloomsbury Group; I just wish that they would reprint books faster than they do!

I’m between books at the moment, but I think I’ll read FM Mayor’s The Rector’s Daughter next. I was going to read Into the Wilderness, by Sarah Donati, but I think I’ll wait for it. The good thing about my new job is that the commute will be longer (by train), so I’ll get more time to read during the daytime!


That's always a nice touch when the outgoing person emails you and some of the new coworkers do, too. It sounds like this is a great opportunity for you! Best of luck!
Marg said…
Before I started my current job my new boss called me a couple of times, which I thought was such a nice touch. That kind of contact is a good sign for sure.

Hope you enjoy your new job.

I bought Henrietta's War ages ago but haven't managed to read it yet.
Good luck with the new job!
Rachel said…
I love the quote at that top of your page!

And the plot thickens...
Serena said…
Sounds like the new job is going to suit you well. I hope you like the new workout routine as well.
Andi said…
I hope the transition to the new job goes very smoothly! I need to get into a gym routine, but my teaching schedule is so screwy this term, it's really hard to commit to a time. Especially with the baby at home. Oy!

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