I’m two weeks into the new job and I’ve finally managed to get the New Guy stink off of me.
In a nutshell? I like it.
It didn’t take too long for me to adapt from the slapdash amateurism of the last place of employment to the slick professionalism of the new place. Got a nice desk, comfy chair, free lunch every day and a great view of the Thames from my office. I’ve also got a constant feeling of déjà vu.
I’m deep enough into my working life now to see certain patterns. I have this nagging feeling that I know these people. I don’t. I just know the types. The artificial blonde with the severe business suit, the arctic smile and the dead eyes who always appears to be pleasant, but she can’t hide the petty officiousness buried under layers of pancaked make-up. The effete prankster with a battery of catchphrases who’s convinced that he’s hilarious but really he’s just irritating. The doughy, perpetually exhausted longtimers who bitch and moan about the work, even though they refuse to either Shit or Get Off The Pot.
I’m busy all day every day (and I seem to be in meetings all the time. What is it with Big Corporates and incessant meetings?). I’m back in a shirt and tie. But I’m into it. I’m enjoying it. I’m comfortable and confident and I feel challenged and I’m learning and I feel a part of it. I’ve been made to feel welcome. It’s more than I expected.
So far? So very, very good.