Work anniversary

Today is my first work anniversary. A year ago today, I joined the ranks of D.C.-area yuppies, and I could not have foreseen how far I’ve come nor how wonderful the next year will be. Despite the occasional trying day that would induce me to drink to oblivion if I had any desire to indulge, I know I made the right decision by joining this team.

I’m grateful for the experiences this position has given rise to. Like all major life events in my life, this one has taught me how far I can push and surprise myself –professionally and socially – despite my own doubts. What a coincidence that the other comparably gratifying experience of my life (the paper) has led me to something that fulfills the same sense of purpose that I’d long forgotten.

Moreover, I’m grateful to be working 40 hours a week among a group of people whose company I genuinely enjoy. It took me several months to feel comfortable enough to be my complete self – sarcasm and all – but now I feel like I belong. And that’s saying something from someone who’s struggled with shyness since childhood.

Although I wasn’t sure whether the job or the company would suit me at the very beginning, I’m happy, truly, with where I’ve ended up. Some say I would be happy anywhere, but I think being in the right company inevitably will bring out the best in anybody. This place certainly has and does.

My whiteboard on my first day of work

3 years

Three years ago, I spent the summer living on Chancellor Street in Charlottesville – dangerously close to those delicious Bodo’s Bagels – and was halfway through college. That’s the summer I started my blog (originally and aptly named, Soliloquy), which was, is and will continue to be a collection of personal narratives and anecdotes during a years-long process of self-reflection and discovery.

To celebrate the milestone, I will be blogging every even-numbered day in June, starting today. The idea for the blogathon was brought about when my middle- and high-school friend, Abraham, Facebook-messaged me out of the blue one night to tell me how much he enjoyed reading the blog, and asked me why I stopped the “First-Date Friday” series. His message reminded me how surprised I am again and again by those who’ve reached out and told me how much the enjoy reading the posts, so this blogathon is for all of you. And good news for fellow FDF fans: I will be doing at least one of those during the June blogathon.

Please comment below (you can do so anonymously) if you have any blog requests. I will also be taking questions via my Formspring.

Also, major shout out to my biggest fan, Sejal Bojani, for being such a loyal, appreciate reader, and for all the readers out there for making all this worthwhile. I hope the June blogathon will be all that you’d hoped.

And if you’re new to the blog, welcome :).

Girls, in a nutshell

You know you're friends when ...

My best friend Hallie once said in high school that you know you’re befriended someone when he is comfortable enough to poke fun of you. It’s true.

As a young adult, I knew I’d befriended certain work friends when they invite me to lunch to meet their spouse. When I bake up some yumyums (at their request) and leave it on their desk in Tupperware I never expect to see again, and find the same container sitting neatly on my desk a few days later, freshly washed, before I arrive. When they lend me their prized broadband card to let me finish some work at night – rather than coming in the office at a crazy, early hour – during an especially busy week when my wireless card died.

It's amazing how people -- even those we spend 40 hours a week with but aren't quite real-life friends (yet) -- can surprise us in such small but sentimental ways.

Real-life and work friend Irene and me purposely
dressed in coordinating outfits on Halloween

Chutzpah

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Interview anniversary

Had my first real job interview a year ago today. What a milestone!

Sometimes I wonder where I would be or what I could've accomplished if I'd chosen or had the opportunity to map a different path, but then I catch myself: I am happy where I am, and incredibly lucky.

Lucky to enjoy my job (despite the occasional frustrating day). Lucky to enjoy the company of my colleagues (makes all the difference when we spend 40 hours a week among the same people). Lucky to be happy (again).