I'm going back to work next week for the first time since the middle of January. (well, I popped into the office a couple weeks ago to meet with my manager, but I wasn't actually working and I was only there for an hour or so). I'm a little anxious about returning to work. I mean, I hate my job. That's a big part of it. And I haven't gotten through a complete 8 or 9 hour stretch during the day in a good long while. And did I mention that I hate my job. There's also the fact that I've been pulled from my last project because there've been one too many disputes with my former supervisor. My manager is removing me from that environment. But I'll still be physically near the old supervisor and I'm not sure how much he knows about why I've been pulled from the project. Sigh. We'll see.
I'm getting a small glimpse of what it's going to be like to be pregnant. Which is to say, I can't bend over very well. Definitely not going to be giving myself a pedicure any time soon. Not that I ever did that in the first place.
