First Week in Review

Good: I arrive on the scene and see no children whatsoever! Hallelujah. Already I love this job.
Bad: I am unsure what my job actually entails so I smile stupidly when I am introduced to the other new employees. They all have straightforward job titles like "Editor." Everyone wonders what an "e-Media Archivist" is. Don't ask me people! For some reason the people who hired me think I am qualified, so here I am.

Good: I can dress a little more stylishly for this job, since I won't have to be working with the little grubby ones. I can look more like an adult!
Bad: I have suddenly developed FOUR pimples on my chin due to the stress of the newness. And I don't have a giant Jay Leno chin, people. There is only room for one of these zits, so they seem to be piling on top of each other. Fuck!! Now I'm making my first impression as "tumor girl." Great.

Good: There is a Starbucks at my new job.
Bad: The guy at Starbucks takes a very long time coming back with my credit card, causing me to be late from the break of my new employee orientation. This makes the HR woman glare at me with loathing.

Good: My new job has great benefits!
Bad: Apparently I was supposed to fill out a bunch of paperwork and turn it in prior to my first day in order to be able to get benefits. Oops. I must have filed that away in my brain. Hey, if you weren't paying me last week, I wasn't doing your paperwork. The HR woman glares at me more. Oh how she hates me!

Good: I have a semi-private work area surrounded by big bookshelves and a file cabinet.
Bad: People want things from those bookshelves and file cabinet and I still am not quite sure what these things are or how they're arranged, so I smile stupidly at them and wish they'd go away.

Good: There seem to be many youngish folks working at my new job.
Bad: I think I slept with one of them a couple of years ago. One that works for a department I'll be working with. Well that could be awkward. Shit shit shit. Damn the online dating! I just knew the post-breakup trampage of 2002 would come back to bite me in the ass. And not in the good way. I can't remember if I was the one who hit it and quit it or if he was. I think we both just stopped calling each other after a short and sweet fling. So what is the protocol for this? Do I just pretend I don't remember where I know him from? Is that rude? This never happened to me in the library.

Good: I get through my first week without doing anything too stupid.
Bad: I still don't know what the fuck my job entails. Perhaps I will learn this next week....

-Gigi 06.11.04