past 2 weeks I have a new job. The first week, despite bureaucratic problems by ensuring that I did not have access to everything I needed to work, I could finally say, after several years on the job market, I loved my new job . I did exactly what I liked to do and what I was good. My colleagues were very friendly, the kind willing to help when I needed advice or to congratulate me when they found out my technical skills. It was a bunch of guys older than me who were very nice cruiser without me, and that does not make me feel like an idiot because I was a girl, younger than them, plus they love the General Tao. In short, I did what I liked and colleagues ideals.
Except that I was transferred on a project to do something that interests me less, and for which I am not very talented. With another team, which, though it seems nice, does not seem to match my old team. I even change pattern. I did not really understand if someone should ask my advice or not.
But hey, if it works, this project will be better for my career for which I was hired at the base. That's what I tell myself.
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Otherwise, I recently learned the hard way that the expression
Be Careful What You Wish For should not be taken lightly. Indeed, one of my fears from early 2010 was that my roommate's girlfriend (the one who had psychological testing done without my knowledge and that has helped me a crazy antisocial, which deserves that I wear a complaint to the order of nurses, because I know that a nurse has no right to diagnose) accrues to the country before I moved (March). I hope very much that she returns only after my move.
Finally, she comes back or does not bother me. It's worse: my roommate has made a new girlfriend. At least she seems nice. But she spends her time giggling. Fort. Kind when I sleep, woke her giggle, through a corridor and two doors closed. And slamming doors when I try to sleep. So when she sees my cat, it meows, and then she giggles because it is funny to have mewed. And it looks like she has no apartment because he never seems to go. And they get food and leave the kitchen disgusting. And as they close always the kitchen door, so that I can not live my environment
as I see fit.
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Apart from that, I got the impression that someone semi-organized a date tonight in a spaghetti dinner with someone whom I already Having pretty much everything there is to see a strictly visual point of view.