The Night before Workmas...
I start work in the morning and I'm wide awake with adrenalin coursing through my veins. My friend Robbie would tell me to get off the bloody computer - but what does he know, right?
Luey is keeping me company, he's put a load of washing on and is determined to wait until my clothes finish drying to put his in the dryer - that'll be at about 2am.
I've spent most of this evening cramming JAWS so that I have at least *some* idea of how to find my way around the work computers without relying heavily on my vision. I've had too many migraines recently, and really I should have learned JAWS months ago. I kept meaning to. I was going to do it this year in preparation for getting a job. The job came along a little bit earlier than I expected - a lot earlier than I expected.
I think I can get around fairly well - which is a bit like saying I've learned the alphabet and can read words like cat and dad, very slowly. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it quickly though. This time last week I didn't know any commands at all. I'm a quick study, that may be my strongest strength.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day, as Dave keeps pointing out because he thinks I should be in bed already. I'll be up at 6.30 to feed Harlem. I don't have to be at work until 10am, so I'll have a bit more time than I'll usually have. On the bus at 8.30am, at work by 9.40 - just in time to throw up (nah, I'm just joking...I hope). Work will finish at 5pm, then back to Doncaster where Dave, Luey, and Ari will pick me up so we can go to the high school for Luey's parent/teacher conferences. We should be home from those a about 8.30pm (seriously, I think it'll be takeaway tomorrow). By then I expect I'll be crashing.
Thursday is Induction Day. Friday will be my first proper day in the office, I guess.
Well, I'd better go to bed and try to get some sleep. See you on the flip side.