At Work
I'm exhausted and I hurt all over. It's tiring having your muscles clench in a fight or flight response for about two days.... Wearing shoes with heels didn't help. But I survived my first day. The dress code can be dressier than I thought, since someone came in wearing a nice, long skirt. Alternately, my higher-up wore shoes not unlike the comfy black walking shoes I had at home. If only I had a pair of pants where the legs weren't so long that I need heels to wear them.
I hate the first few days of a new job. I know nothing. That's brought home to me constantly, though the people are nice and don't expect me to immediately pick up the ins and outs of their complicated numbering system or the multitude of tasks I'll be performing. It's just rough coming to this after having that annual eight-month-long temp job for six years, where I'd been working that project longer than my boss had. I knew my job inside and out, got the respect due a veteran, and even had my boss asking questions.
By contrast, I felt stupid today. *sigh*
I know it will get better. I'll learn these things and won't need as much guidance. The people are nice, and B has shown flashes of a sense of humor I can appreciate. R is on a no grain and no dairy diet, so my eating habits aren't so odd to her. It's a very small staff, but I can deal. I'll learn to ignore the Oldies station playing. Eventually I'll know where to go to lunch and what subway exits to use. I'll get used to working a half hour longer a day in general and the possibility of having to stay late when projects are pressing. For now I have to remind myself that everybody has an adjustment period.
Meanwhile, I'm too mentally exhausted to write. There is nothing in my brain right now. Again, that will change as I become more comfortable.
I hate the first few days of a new job. I know nothing. That's brought home to me constantly, though the people are nice and don't expect me to immediately pick up the ins and outs of their complicated numbering system or the multitude of tasks I'll be performing. It's just rough coming to this after having that annual eight-month-long temp job for six years, where I'd been working that project longer than my boss had. I knew my job inside and out, got the respect due a veteran, and even had my boss asking questions.
By contrast, I felt stupid today. *sigh*
I know it will get better. I'll learn these things and won't need as much guidance. The people are nice, and B has shown flashes of a sense of humor I can appreciate. R is on a no grain and no dairy diet, so my eating habits aren't so odd to her. It's a very small staff, but I can deal. I'll learn to ignore the Oldies station playing. Eventually I'll know where to go to lunch and what subway exits to use. I'll get used to working a half hour longer a day in general and the possibility of having to stay late when projects are pressing. For now I have to remind myself that everybody has an adjustment period.
Meanwhile, I'm too mentally exhausted to write. There is nothing in my brain right now. Again, that will change as I become more comfortable.