3rd month anniversary

Today marks the 3rd month at work.
It is so damn bloody cliche to be saying this, but I've got to say it anyway.
How time flies.

Sigh.

I remember..

how I nearly burst into tears on my first day.
how I told myself I was going to quit within 3 months
how I thought I could not make it.
how I thought 3 months was all I could take.

And I look at myself now, I feel somewhat proud...

that I bit down hard and endured
that I cried only when no one could see.
that I convinced myself this was the shit that accompanied life.
that I thoroughly enjoy my work.

And I could not have pulled through without some really important people.

My boss,
A little brown bear
The buzzing pixie.

Happy 3 months to me.