A very good place to start...

Mes Amis

For those who don't know, I start a new job tomorrow. Yes, I have said goodbye to the old shop and have gone to work in a new one. Albeit, its bigger and perhaps better suited to my interests in some ways.

Which means tonight will probably be sleepless. Like most people, I don't like being the new kid in town. Of course I am sure all will be fine, but there is that horrible feeling when you leave the familiar and dive into something new... have I made the right choice?

I think I have. I am nervous about the social aspect of fitting into a new place more than the job aspects. Five years in the old job and it was fitting like an old sweater. Actually probably better than an old sweater, because a job doesn't mind whether you get fatter than you were when you first started. But eventually you have to move on, and it was my time, I suppose. At least according to my bank who said, "get full time employment or we will cast you into the deepest, darkest pit we can find!"

So Russel is taking a deep breath before the plunge. And will try to stop talking about himself in the third person before tomorrow.

Lest his new employers think him insane.

Au revoir

Russel