I've been working on the railroad...

All the live-long daaaay!!

Maybe not so much the railroad, but today was my first day of work for Big Internet Company. I'm exHAUSTed. I haven't had to sit in front of a computer for 8 hours straight in a long time, at least not with my pants on. It's been...two years since I quit my last publishing job, and during that time off, I've been either lounging around the house or working in food service. Food service is tiring in its own right, moreso physically than anything else, but a corporate desk job has its own brand of tired. Tired of staring at a computer screen, tired of trying to figure out things like benefits, 401(k)s, chains of command, passwords, names, faces...brain tired. The beat I'm covering has been somewhat neglected since the last person left, so not only do I have to battle the technology learning curve, but I've been assigned to sort out the logistical mess left behind. The information I need is scattered in about 10 different places, and no single person knows everything, so I'll have to shuttle back-and-forth trying to consolidate everything. Fun!

Really, I'd rather be at home, with Chris, in my pajamas, eating cereal at noon. Doesn't that sound lovely?

I think we're nearly past the dangerous, undertowey, deadly currents part of wedding planning: the dread guestlist discussions. We've nailed it down and sent out most of the save-the-date cards (watch your mailboxes!), except for the ones to people who haven't responded to my repeated pleas for addresses (do you not want to come?). This came up at work today, and the woman I was talking to agreed that the most stressful part of her wedding was the list. Oh, the dreaded list!