The first 3 weeks here sucked, I must say. I was the awkward new girl, with no direction. Jeez, not only no direction, but no desk, office, chair.... I discovered I was a priority for no one. There was very little done in terms of administrative setup in the past, so all of it fell on my shoulders. Well, that's fun for about an hour, but then my eyes start to roll in the back of my head.

I was doubting why I came here. There's no point for me to stay if everything is done half-assed, and I just fill some kind of government grant funding requirement. I was starting to wonder what my role was, and if people actually did anything around here...

Ah, but then, things start to fall into place. I'm staring right now into my agenda and I'm pleased to report there is not a whole lot of empty space staring back at me. In fact, I've got a whole whackload of meetings, etc. I even had 4 phone messages on my machine when I came in this morning. I suppose the work I've been doing the past few weeks is just starting show results.

Oh, and I'm going to Toronto, all expenses paid. Did I mention that?

Oh, yes. The good ol' government will be paying for my boss and I to fly to Toronto for 2 nights to discuss such interesting topics and men's sexual health and infertility. But who cares, really? It's in Toronto, and I don't have to spend a cent. I'm at a conference just before that, too, in Halifax, which means I'll be out of "Shit Harbour" (as some of you call it), for nearly a week. Yippee-ki-oh-fucking-kai-ya.

In other news, my Valentine's Day (and my Valentine) was fantastic. Three weeks away is, I think, just about my limit. I was going pretty squirrelly the day before I came down. The problem is that it may be more than 3 weeks before I come down again. Prayers are welcome, folks.

In other news, I wrote myself a cheque for a dildo, and bought pregnancy tests. What did you do today?