FIRST DAY AT WORK:

Here's an email I sent out to all those that attended my mini-going away party.

White-walled on white-walled office. No windows. The whirr of
recycled air. It's the 80's style ad agency that talks about knocking
down the walls, "just like Chiat!" But, there are no walls coming down
and the three martini lunches have all sobered. I wait to be briefed
on an assignment. And wait some more.
The only thing that saves me right now are:
1. Radio Paradise on Itunes.
2. My obsession with finding an apartment. And I mean, obsession.

I have bouts of buyer's remorse. What have I done? Have a jumped ship
too soon? Well, being that it took me 4 years to be gainfully
employed, maybe not. What am I doing here? "This isn't my beautiful
house?" (homage: David Byrne). Is this my security card for the
building? Does that mean this is it?

But then I remember. All for a new adventure. All for the challenge.
All in the name of the career. All in the name of, "I wonder what
would have happened if I took that job in NYC?" Because wonder if's
are far more dangerous than anything I know. Because Liz as a drunk
obese 45 year old housewife who whines about what would have happened
if I moved to NY, is not only scary, but ug-ly.

So, why the ramble?

Thanks. A HUGE thanks to everyone who came to Lizapalooza and to
everyone who wanted to but couldn't. I appreciate everything...the
congrats, the good lucks, the gifts (not necessary!), the L.I. Iced
Teas and especially the house (here's to you, Fishcake). And of
course, to Joel who put it all together...

I'll be back in a month to really say goodbye and party late and have
lunch and pack and finish that poncho and do all those things I can fit
into one week...

See everyone soon. Oh, and if you want a pen pal, write back. I have
to create my address book all over again on my email....so I don't have
your addresses handy right now.

Dahnke,
Liz
lizzieking@earthlink.net