Progress

Next week will mark 5 months since I left my job of nearly 8 years at the bank. I bring that up because this is the new academic year for my new job at UMC, and over the last two days I've had to run back and forth to the place that monograms lab coats. Which means driving up State Street, right past the bank. By the time today is over, that will be 4 trips in 2 days. Right past the bank. I am happy to say that after 5 months I can drive past there without feeling sick or getting all nervous and shaky. Ok, that seems extreme, but keep in mind I hardly ever drive past there anymore so it's not like I get a lot of opportunities to realize that I'm finally getting over the emotional scars.

I will say that, while I can think of at least two dozen other places I'd rather be than sitting in my current bat-cave office in the basement of the hospital, every day that I walk in here I'm grateful that I'm not walking into the bank. Periodically, when things get a little psychotic around here, my boss will get nervous and ask me if it's still better than being at the bank. I love it when he does that, because it always makes me laugh and reminds me that yes, it is LOADS better than being at the bank. My worst day here is better than being at the bank, so life is good. And I'm slowly getting to the point where I don't stick my tongue out at the TV every time I see a commercial for the bank.