And I'm all "Look at his 01101101 01101111 01110101 01110011 01110100 01100001 01100011 01101000 01100101! It's HUGE!"

Moustache. 01101101 01101111 01110101 01110011 01110100 01100001 01100011 01101000 01100101 is moustache.

Yesterday we started what I consider to be our "real" training here on campus. I, the journalism major, finally learned binary. And octal. AND hexadecimal. Hello, world!

I loved it. As my new friend and co-worker Melissa put it, "it was fun in a sick, sudoku sort of way." I couldn't put it better myself. And already I'm making awful "I speak binary" jokes that make me sound horrifically and completely, stereotypically and bonafide-ily(?), nerdified.

I'm sure this phase will pass. Maybe. :) But what's important is that I'm getting this stuff and liking it and feel good about it, for now. To me, it's confirmation that it's never too late to learn something new, and actually become good at it.

As a reward (okay, I would have done this anyway) some of us are going to the spa tomorrow, where we will be pampered for hours on end at just a fraction of the U.S. cost. Oh, India. The perks are endless.

Anyone who has any programming experience is right now thinking "Oh, Lord. This girl is going to be managing new software implementations for companies I use?" The answer is yes. She is. Just give me some time.