The new job

First off, thanks to everyone who left comments last week wishing me congratulations and luck on my new job. Your good thoughts are truly touching and encouraging. Unfortunately, it’s left me with little time for DOC stuff this week; hopefully that trend doesn’t continue.

When I got to the office on Day One, one of the first things I did was put a jar of glucose tablets in my desk drawer. Mid-morning of Day 2, I (successfully) attempted to be subtle as I dipped into the stash.

In setting up my computer, I was prompted with a newfangled option to scan my fingerprints so I can log in without typing (or remembering) a password. I’m wondering how many times I can test my blood sugar on my right middle finger before it no longer scans and I need use it in a more emphatic manner.

 

While touring the office and making introductions, my insulin pump was spotted by someone whose wife is also a T1 and sees the same endocrinologist as me. (But she uses an Animas). Small world.

Upon returning from lunch on Tuesday, I parked my car in the farthest row in the parking lot, where the trees provide shade from the hot sun. A family of deer was there to greet me. This has nothing to do with diabetes, but they sure are beautiful animals.

 

 

On Wednesday, I went to our Manhattan office and met with the other T1D who I know works there. There wasn’t much time to talk, but a project manager (who I knew previously and helped me get the job) told me at lunchtime that this guy also takes out his pump every time he eats, but that he doesn’t use the same kind of pump as he used to (which was a Medtronic). He usually has it strapped to his leg beneath his pants, so I wonder if he got a Ping. Then again, his personality makes me think he’s more of a t:slim kinda guy. I’m intrigued.

When I go back to that office next Wednesday, I’ll be sure to ask. I’ll also try to convince him join me and Alecia’s Stem Cells as we walk across the Brooklyn Bridge on September 29. That is, if it’s fine with SurfaceFine.

And finally, after complaining earlier on this blog that I needed to wear a shirt-and-tie every day, since Scott K. Johnson demanded I post a picture in my snazzy attire (my unscientific survey, by the way, concludes that 90% of the men do NOT wear ties.)  So, since Scott’s such a great guy and I don’t want to disappoint him, here it is. In obligatory Kim V photo-of-the-bathroom-mirror fashion:

 

Speaking of Kim, she’s got some really big news which makes this blog post seem all that more insignificant. Congratulations to her!!

UPDATE 8:00am: Almost forgot to say this… but since my New Jersey office was previously located in a town called Fairfield, all of the network servers, computers, printers, etc. have the prefix FFL. Those letters always make me think of something different…