Butterflies
I officially start my new job tomorrow. I'll be working the front desk at a real estate office. I had training on Saturday and it was A LOT to take in. I have a feeling the first few weeks are going to be rough, until I know it well enough to settle into a routine. The girl who trained me was not terribly comforting (though nice), as she kept expressing how chaotic things get in the office, and how the boss is both demanding and precise (in a good way, she pointed out).
So...I'm a little nervous. I'm thrilled that I never have to go back to telemarketing at the Symphony, but still anxious about learning the ropes.
I think I just have to accept the fact that I will screw up, possibly several times, in the next few days. And it will not be the end of the world. It's a job. A job that allows me to pay my bills and do my theatre work and WRITE.
Deep breaths.
How can I play at being so confident in interviews when I'm so confused and befuddled in my day to day life? It's a mystery.
So...I'm a little nervous. I'm thrilled that I never have to go back to telemarketing at the Symphony, but still anxious about learning the ropes.
I think I just have to accept the fact that I will screw up, possibly several times, in the next few days. And it will not be the end of the world. It's a job. A job that allows me to pay my bills and do my theatre work and WRITE.
Deep breaths.
How can I play at being so confident in interviews when I'm so confused and befuddled in my day to day life? It's a mystery.