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I would like to begin with an apology. I am so sorry, but there is nothing I can do to halt the changing of the seasons. Although I am able to herald the starting of winter, I would like everyone to know that I don’t make it happen. I’m just unfortunate enough to be the One True Sign, of more import or authority than the clocks going back, the little printed notification in your WHSmith diary or whatever the weatherman tells you, that winter is here. And there is nothing more I can do to deny it, and I’m cold. So I’m afraid to say, ladies and gentlemen, The Parka Coat is out.
The look on poor Myles’ face when I told him. I’d have loved to have relented, given just a week more of hope, but it’s nearly October now. My being cold wouldn’t have made it summer, I hope you all understand.
Apologies too, I suppose, to all of the co-workers and friends who will spend the next six months kicking it, treading on it, startled by it, tripping over it and finding that it has taken their chair. If it helps at all, I will be happy to carry up to 5kg worth of stuff in it if we’re ever going out together.
So yeah, I’m all snuggled up in my layers of clothing here at Millward Brown, still thrilled beyond belief that there is no dress code to adhere too. I’ve not done anything productive yet, but that’s mainly because there is nothing productive for me to do. I did do my first piece of real work on Friday - as in, mine from the outset, for an account I will soon be working on, as part of a project I am involved with. That was exciting. Rather hoping I’ve done it all, or done it right, but I suppose only time will tell. (After which the pod spend the last hour or so of Friday swapping youtube clips of 90s dance and 80s hip hop - hey, if you’ve got no work you have to make some, right?) Now it’s back to standby, waiting for this morning’s briefing meetings in which I don’t say much and my lunchtime catch up with my manager during which I probably won’t say anything - still such a teacher’s pet, honestly. Like I’m actually really looking forward to my little feedback session, and properly nervous about what she might say - like, what do I think they do to the ones that don’t make it, you know? But, regardless of this, I’m still all wound up about it, for I live for the opinions of others and the hope of future praise. I think, also, it’s a very telling meeting.
This is my fourth week here. In some ways I’m still new, and in others I don’t feel it. In some ways I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone, whereas in others I feel like I’ve been here forever. I don’t know whether I’m a little frustrated or just a little nervous at how much support I still need, or have much of a concept of how I’m doing, relatively. I always said, it’s important not to judge a job on the first day in terms of how you felt at the end of your last one, because it isn’t like for like. I’ve been saying, give it a month, give it six weeks, then see how well you’re settling in. Thing is, I still don’t know. So, faced with this large and ill defined question on the very nature of myself and my place in life, the new chapter in my personal story and the place and people I now find myself tentatively forging relationships with...I’m changing the subject.
Went to the natural history museum over the weekend. Martin bought me a Lion. His name is Richard.
The look on poor Myles’ face when I told him. I’d have loved to have relented, given just a week more of hope, but it’s nearly October now. My being cold wouldn’t have made it summer, I hope you all understand.
Apologies too, I suppose, to all of the co-workers and friends who will spend the next six months kicking it, treading on it, startled by it, tripping over it and finding that it has taken their chair. If it helps at all, I will be happy to carry up to 5kg worth of stuff in it if we’re ever going out together.
So yeah, I’m all snuggled up in my layers of clothing here at Millward Brown, still thrilled beyond belief that there is no dress code to adhere too. I’ve not done anything productive yet, but that’s mainly because there is nothing productive for me to do. I did do my first piece of real work on Friday - as in, mine from the outset, for an account I will soon be working on, as part of a project I am involved with. That was exciting. Rather hoping I’ve done it all, or done it right, but I suppose only time will tell. (After which the pod spend the last hour or so of Friday swapping youtube clips of 90s dance and 80s hip hop - hey, if you’ve got no work you have to make some, right?) Now it’s back to standby, waiting for this morning’s briefing meetings in which I don’t say much and my lunchtime catch up with my manager during which I probably won’t say anything - still such a teacher’s pet, honestly. Like I’m actually really looking forward to my little feedback session, and properly nervous about what she might say - like, what do I think they do to the ones that don’t make it, you know? But, regardless of this, I’m still all wound up about it, for I live for the opinions of others and the hope of future praise. I think, also, it’s a very telling meeting.
This is my fourth week here. In some ways I’m still new, and in others I don’t feel it. In some ways I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone, whereas in others I feel like I’ve been here forever. I don’t know whether I’m a little frustrated or just a little nervous at how much support I still need, or have much of a concept of how I’m doing, relatively. I always said, it’s important not to judge a job on the first day in terms of how you felt at the end of your last one, because it isn’t like for like. I’ve been saying, give it a month, give it six weeks, then see how well you’re settling in. Thing is, I still don’t know. So, faced with this large and ill defined question on the very nature of myself and my place in life, the new chapter in my personal story and the place and people I now find myself tentatively forging relationships with...I’m changing the subject.
Went to the natural history museum over the weekend. Martin bought me a Lion. His name is Richard.