BerthaBlog

Getting used to working full-time again. For the first few weeks I didn’t have much energy to do anything at the end of the day. These days I still have enough gas to do things after I get home. You know, things other than flop on the couch.

This afternoon a co-worker told me a client on line 2 needed to talk to me about an account I’d been working on. I picked up line 2 and someone started talking to me in Spanish. To my “¿Habla Inglés?” she answered “No.” I have no idea why my co-worker sent her to me, as she knows I don’t speak Spanish. (Yet.)

Our area was just far enough west to avoid real damage from Irene. Our neighboring county to the east was washed out; sections of the north-south I95 were flooded for a while. The outer banks are in even worse shape.

This week I weighed in at 139. Finally broke 140; I haven’t been less than that since my first pregnancy.

My new office mate is payroll certified. This makes me jealous and insecure, because I am not. OTOH we get along like gangbusters and she doesn’t mind showing me everything if I ask her about what she’s doing.

That’s all for now. Going to bed, because I get up at the ass crack of dawn these days.

Just after one o’clock this afternoon, the office started shaking. At first I thought the people upstairs were moving heavy furniture—and doing it alarmingly fast. Then people from the other side of the office came over to see if we felt it, too.

It was an earthquake. We were feeling the tremors of a quake all the way up in Virginia. I imagine it was even more exciting for people closer to the epicenter.

A new girl just started work yesterday. Shortly after the quake, the office admin was joking about the earthquake, the impending hurricane, and 2012 just around the corner—and the new girl and I started a chorus of “It’s the End of the World As We Know It”. I think she and I are going to get along well.