Okay, here’s the thing. . . . when I arrived for my HR meeting, the HR lady was late, so my supervisor took me on a tour of the campus, and I realized "oh my god, I’m no longer trying to impress her, she’s trying to impress ME. I’m being wooed!" I’ve never been wooed! That definitely helped me ask for a higher salary, which, btw, I actually got. When I went in today, they’d changed my position from hourly to salaried, at 35, which is what I asked for. And everyone I met today, said "Oh, I’ve heard a lot of good things!" Which, of course, makes me paranoid as fuck about messing up, but really, I’m going to be fine. I have a master’s degree. And a brain. And nice clothes!

Anyway, the supervisor was out today with the death plague that’s been sweeping New England (please, please, please miss us) and I asked the admin assistant about pumping, and figuring out a curtain for the weird cutout window of my cube, and she didn’t even pause, started talking about her own nursing/pumping experience, even. I picked out a new bag today, a large-ish black tote to haul stuff around, like pump parts and milk bottles and all of that. I got some shoes, some new mascara, and I used an LB coupon to get some more Amazing Button Up Shirts. We are ready to rock. and. roll. I start at 7:30 tomorrow. Holy cow!