On the rooftops shouting out baby I'm ready to go...
Or curled up in bed whimpering dang I'm ready for sleeps now. One or the other.
I'm a little buried in things right now. Laundry, paperwork, appointments, projects - you name it, I have teetering piles. Which sounds like a particularly unpleasant disease, now I think of it. Sorry about that. Don't worry, they say it's not catching. Except for when it is.
Work is going pretty well. I feel a bit like I'm learning to swim from diagrams. I know the theory, but the practice is completely different. (and now for something completely different. A woman with deadlines stamped on her forehead.) Plus there's all that scary wet stuff. (in swimming. I'm beating a metaphor here, people. Keep up.) But so far my boss seems OK with what I'm doing, and I've had meetings that didn't blow up in my face, and the projects I'm working on are moving forward at a pace that is consistent with getting them done on time ... I think. Maybe. Which is why I need to end this post and get back to them soon. Just a short break I'm taking here to let y'all know I'm alive. (I have, however had a meeting that did blow up in my face, but there was sort of an emergency, and, um, yeah. Everyone's being pretty understanding.)
I'm trying to get myself into a rhythm and routine, but I haven't yet managed that. Some of it's my fault. Some of it is random chance. Some of it is holidays that normally I wouldn't get off in other jobs (like MLK day, president's day...) but we do here. Only they count as PTO, which is ... odd. (We get lots of PTO, it looks like, but the holidays count toward that total. It's sort of a weird way to count it.) But the part of ain't got rhythm that is my fault I am attempting to work on. I've fallen out of the habit of getting things done at home while I'm adjusting to the new job, so now I have to work the getting stuff done at home part back into my weekdays. I'd forgotten how plum exhausted I am when I get back from being at an office all day. Even if the work was no harder than work I'd be doing at home. (Except it kind of is, but in a different way.) Somehow I'm just more tired when you add the commute in. Maybe it's the whole getting up and going before my body is ready part. When I was working from home, I could get work done in my bathrobe, drink cocoa, take a shower, put on comfy sweats and not talk to anyone for a few hours. I think it gave my brain that slow waking up period it rather likes. Plus I could totally get up later due to no commute whatsoever. So I'm adjusting, and trying not to just flop into my robe and onto the couch as soon as I get home. It feels so good, though...I do love my robe.
Anyhoodle, just letting y'all know I'm here, doing all right, and adjusting in a slow and ponderous manner. I've been employed about a month. It'll probably take me another one to get truly settled. But I have a cubicle with my name on it, meetings scheduled in the shared calendar, and cocoa and almonds stashed at my desk. I feel like a real employee and everything.
I'm a little buried in things right now. Laundry, paperwork, appointments, projects - you name it, I have teetering piles. Which sounds like a particularly unpleasant disease, now I think of it. Sorry about that. Don't worry, they say it's not catching. Except for when it is.
Work is going pretty well. I feel a bit like I'm learning to swim from diagrams. I know the theory, but the practice is completely different. (and now for something completely different. A woman with deadlines stamped on her forehead.) Plus there's all that scary wet stuff. (in swimming. I'm beating a metaphor here, people. Keep up.) But so far my boss seems OK with what I'm doing, and I've had meetings that didn't blow up in my face, and the projects I'm working on are moving forward at a pace that is consistent with getting them done on time ... I think. Maybe. Which is why I need to end this post and get back to them soon. Just a short break I'm taking here to let y'all know I'm alive. (I have, however had a meeting that did blow up in my face, but there was sort of an emergency, and, um, yeah. Everyone's being pretty understanding.)
I'm trying to get myself into a rhythm and routine, but I haven't yet managed that. Some of it's my fault. Some of it is random chance. Some of it is holidays that normally I wouldn't get off in other jobs (like MLK day, president's day...) but we do here. Only they count as PTO, which is ... odd. (We get lots of PTO, it looks like, but the holidays count toward that total. It's sort of a weird way to count it.) But the part of ain't got rhythm that is my fault I am attempting to work on. I've fallen out of the habit of getting things done at home while I'm adjusting to the new job, so now I have to work the getting stuff done at home part back into my weekdays. I'd forgotten how plum exhausted I am when I get back from being at an office all day. Even if the work was no harder than work I'd be doing at home. (Except it kind of is, but in a different way.) Somehow I'm just more tired when you add the commute in. Maybe it's the whole getting up and going before my body is ready part. When I was working from home, I could get work done in my bathrobe, drink cocoa, take a shower, put on comfy sweats and not talk to anyone for a few hours. I think it gave my brain that slow waking up period it rather likes. Plus I could totally get up later due to no commute whatsoever. So I'm adjusting, and trying not to just flop into my robe and onto the couch as soon as I get home. It feels so good, though...I do love my robe.
Anyhoodle, just letting y'all know I'm here, doing all right, and adjusting in a slow and ponderous manner. I've been employed about a month. It'll probably take me another one to get truly settled. But I have a cubicle with my name on it, meetings scheduled in the shared calendar, and cocoa and almonds stashed at my desk. I feel like a real employee and everything.