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Forgot to wish everyone a happy Yule yesterday.
I'm roughly 35 hours into my At Christmas You Tell The Truth pledge and nothing too crazy has happened yet. I will admit it has made conversations at work a notch more interesting. I hadn't even considered that going in. I guess I wasn't really expecting to be deluged with questions, things people have always wanted to know, but probably I was secretly hoping for a few.
I took another test this morning at work, on Retrospective Rating Plans. I have this stack of books on my desk, each one representing a self-study course I have to complete and a corresponding test I have to take. When I'm finished taking the test I transfer the book from my desk to my shelf. I've long since passed the halfway point. Originally it seemed like this monumental stack, this giant task I couldn't envision ever finishing. And yet I'm accomplishing it, book by book, page by page. There are only three books left on my desk.
I've been working at this job for nearly five months.
Incidentally... I thought my brain had gone on vacation before. But I was so very wrong. Thinking capacity remained. Now that I've taken this test (the last concrete obligation hanging over my head before Christmas), all I can think about is that I want to go home. Tomorrow's a half day at work, so I'll be leaving in the afternoon, driving back to CT to my nuclear family homestead. And in my head and my heart, I'm kind of already gone. I won't be back in my Boston apartment until sometime on the 27th.
On a completely unrelated note, to my New York area friends (you know who you are): let Jeffrey Rowland crash your New Year's party. He is a good man and he deserves a good time.
I'm roughly 35 hours into my At Christmas You Tell The Truth pledge and nothing too crazy has happened yet. I will admit it has made conversations at work a notch more interesting. I hadn't even considered that going in. I guess I wasn't really expecting to be deluged with questions, things people have always wanted to know, but probably I was secretly hoping for a few.
I took another test this morning at work, on Retrospective Rating Plans. I have this stack of books on my desk, each one representing a self-study course I have to complete and a corresponding test I have to take. When I'm finished taking the test I transfer the book from my desk to my shelf. I've long since passed the halfway point. Originally it seemed like this monumental stack, this giant task I couldn't envision ever finishing. And yet I'm accomplishing it, book by book, page by page. There are only three books left on my desk.
I've been working at this job for nearly five months.
Incidentally... I thought my brain had gone on vacation before. But I was so very wrong. Thinking capacity remained. Now that I've taken this test (the last concrete obligation hanging over my head before Christmas), all I can think about is that I want to go home. Tomorrow's a half day at work, so I'll be leaving in the afternoon, driving back to CT to my nuclear family homestead. And in my head and my heart, I'm kind of already gone. I won't be back in my Boston apartment until sometime on the 27th.
On a completely unrelated note, to my New York area friends (you know who you are): let Jeffrey Rowland crash your New Year's party. He is a good man and he deserves a good time.
