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January
29, 2001
i forgot that i like offices. i'm
not used to the number of women in this particular one but
we are each in our own cubicles, which allows me to the
sense of alone-ness that i tend to like. But it was
like walking into 'home' again - the soft buzz of
computers humming in the background and the muted tones of
telephones seemed to welcome me back.
The day started
off like any typical first-day-on-the-job Monday. i
had two alarm clocks set and woke up before both of
them. i spent a god part of the night awake - night
sweats, Himself snoring and the tenant's child crying
roused me from stressful dreams. Getting up a few
minutes early alowed me time for a longer shower however;
even time to shave the tender bits again. (Himself didn't
allow the hair to stay for long this time!)
Ever notice that
no matter hard you try to be quiet you end up being even
noisier? i tripped over shoes, dropped a cup, had to
open cupboard doors a gazillion times getting vitamins and
aspirin. Yes, i had a screaming headache. It was
Monday after all.
Sometime during
all of this Himself gave up and turned on his light, which
definitely lowered my guilt level when i had to turn on
the blowdryer. Apparently my night time of tossing
and turning didn't do much for His sleep either. On
the upside i was able to serve Him tea, which eased my
submissive anxieties at least.
(Note: Part
way through the work morning, while completing some
assigned tasks, i was grateful to not be in a
position of any type of authority - it helped me to feel
like i wasn't abandoning who i am. It's so strange
to not be home and always available.)
It was very cool
to war some of the new clothes. Last night while the
house was empty, i'd tried on everything again, and once i
decided which clothes would make me feel the best for the
first day, i'd hung them carefully aside. So all in
all, getting ready this morning was pretty easy.
Even my hair almost co-operated!
It was very
strange leaving the house. i warred with the idea of
really pushing my luck and asking Himself for a 'first
day' ride. But i didn't for two reasons. One
was that Master is still not 100% convinced He will like
me gone day after day. And two, because i knew i had
to push myself past the stress of navigating my own
way. i'm glad i did and it turned out not horrible
at all - i even experimented with a different street car
than usual. i missed my stop by one block and had to
walk back but it wasn't far and i knew exactly where i
was. Not bad for a first try.
And now Himself
is saying if i'm really nice He'll give me a ride tomorrow
morning. Perfect! i can sleep in a bit.
Speaking of which
... i know this post is not done however ... my body says
it is ....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
PS: i particularly
like the second quote i put in today.
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