1. I bought the damn Metro bag, in peacock blue/chartreuse/peacock blue. Dave just about choked at the price, but that’s okay, since I worked all week with this carrot ahead of me, and I really should have a bag for my new job, I’ve discovered — how quickly one gets used to having their own designated space, as I have for the last oh, five years? No office or desk means portable workplace means NEW DAMN BAG. And so it is. FWIW, it holds my camera, my diapering ziploc (which will likely be inserted as necessary, tho I may put one diaper in the zipper pocket as backup backup, my wallet, my headphone thingies, etc, just fine. It will also hold a water bottle, but not a fat Nalgene, but I can get that through work or whatever.

2.  I. Finished. My. Damn. Paper. Signed, sealed, delivered. That’s one more class wrapped up; I justneed to do my portfolio and a little paper for that class, and I am done with uh, the Spring semester. But, the paper that really hung over me all this time is DONE. D-O-N-E DONE.

Training is over, I rocked, it was mostly a boring PITA, but it worked out. I got better with pumping each day (go, fenugreek!) and Ingrid never had formula, and I think this will be a good work situation for the next few months overall. I mean, I get a discount on a new Boat&Tote, so that’s cool. Hee. (Really, I do want one, so that I can carry my pump and stuff to work, or my uni stuff to class, or whatever. The Metro is my daily bag, and I figure the B&T will be the big turtle-shell that everything ELSE gets shoved into, kwim?)