It was 6:55am and my phone already wished to share with me a transatlantic text message from my boyfriend: “Good luck darling, I will be thinking of you! Hope everything goes well and the people are nice. Be confident and think of the money!! I love you xx.”
Half an hour later, my phone decides to bestow on me on several other encouraging memorandums, including one from my old roommate, Kim: “Good luck and have fun!”
If you haven’t already guessed, I’ve ended my six-month employment hiatus and have reentered the world of cubicles and paychecks! Fortunately, my phone also understood today was my first day on the job and it had better do its job to pass along the supportive words of my thoughtful friends. Even to an inanimate object it was evident I was a bottle of nerves. I was 100 percent certain my new colleagues were going to be met by my infamous look of absolute confusion (which never fails to get a laugh out of my boyfriend or his brother!) as soon as I walked through that office door.
Thankfully, I somehow mustered up the courage to keep my foot on the gas and rolled into the parking lot of my new home away from home. Then, for some unexplainable reason, I felt instantaneously at ease! Perhaps it was because I arrived five minutes early? That’s quite the rare occurrence for someone who possesses the meticulous ability to procrastinate such as myself, and definitely cause for a mini celebration inside my head. Perhaps the caring messages from my family and friends sunk in? In any case, I managed to make it up to the third floor of my new and shiny office building and miraculously sit and nod attentively through seven hours of introduction material! And I’ll tell you something crazy, I actually, kind of, in a weird way, enjoyed my day at work and if you know me, that’s an undeniably, amazing feat. Granted, I’d much rather be living it up in England as I was a month earlier but as my boyfriend pointed out, “be confident and think of the money!!”
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