Well, my wife is back to work, and first impressions are positive. Of course, everyone likes my wife. She is the most approachable and least threatening person in any given room. She is the person people ask for directions. She is the person who never has her bag searched on her way into an amusement park or stadium. She's like the perfect spy or drug mule.
It makes me sick, really.
It was a nervous day for me, hoping the company wasn't a place she could not work in. I want her to be somewhere she wants to be, not working a job she hates for a paycheque. Couldn't get much done in the renovations, except realize that my lighting design in my own basement is inadequate and changing it. Damn. I agree that being a perfectionist sucks.
Hopefully, with that, and some other old mistakes of mine that were bugging me out of the way as of today, the rest of the week is very productive.