I survived my first week back in America's workforce. It's kind of sad. A couple mornings this week, waking up all toasty under my covers, I had thoughts of sleeping in. Then I'd wake up a bit and realize it's my FIRST week and I don't want it to be my LAST.

I developed some poor sleeping habits during my unemployment.

On my way home tonight, I was telling Mark about a Seinfeldian® thing that has happened to me all week. On my first day, my boss took me on a tour of the building and we stopped by office after office and she introduced me to person after person. Naturally I forgot everyone's name then minute they told it to me. No big, I thought, I have plenty of time to learn their names.

On three different occasions this week, the same woman has come up to me and asked me how it's going and such. For the life of me I can NOT remember her name or what she does. Mark said, "Oh Honey, I have no problem telling someone, 'I'm sorry Baby. I forgot your name. What is it?' That solves that problem."

True. That would have been helpful the FIRST time she came up to me but I was eating lunch and in mid-bite so I was caught off guard and wasn't think. Now I've talked to her a total of THREE times. I missed the window for the "I forgot your name" confession. It would seem freakish and rude to admit I haven't known who she is this whole time.

Mark suggested I just ask someone with me after she leaves. I would have done that too, but each time I've been alone and these are the ONLY times I've seen her so I haven't been able to point her out to one of my co-workers and find out who she is.

"Maybe she's not real," I told Mark. "Maybe she's an apparition! She's some sort of ghost and only I see her."

Okay, maybe not. But how cool would that be. New job AND a haunting all in one week!