eleven am, first day back at the fruit. after two months, i'm back in a cubicle on a saturday morning, wearing a headset. i've waded through hundreds of emails, and i'm listening to thom yorke's the eraser. my coffee sits next to me in my trusty red mug. already, my fingers are finding their way around codes and procedures that i thought i'd forgotten. amazing how quickly the brain reboots to work mode. these two months never passed. here i am, just like always.
i'm rubbing my eyes now. i'm back in the world of productivity and bottom lines. i'm a responsible adult again.
and it's all okay. i know what i'm doing and i'm good at what i do.
here i go.