I start my new job today. I'd like to say I'm ready, but other than showering, I'm not. I'm nervous as hell. Not that I think I'll have any problems doing the job, but what if I do? What if I got the job but can't keep it? I mean I haven't worked outside the house for 18 years. What if they don't like me? Gah, I feel like a 12-year-old stepping into school for the first time after a long summer break.
Funny thing there. The office manager and I have the same first name. To avoid confusion, they'll be calling me B.E. :shrug: Makes sense, since I've been going by BE online for like 21 years. I was BE Meissner, then I got married and became BE Sanderson.
Anyway, they all seem like nice people. Friendly. Hard-working. Gettin' 'er done.
I have to watch that I don't accidentally take over and start managing people. I'm sort of a bull. Or a terrier. A bull terrier? A Taurus born in the year of the Dog. (I don't actually believe in that stuff, but it kinda works here.)
The other thing I'll have to watch is my potty-mouth. And my tendency to talk too much. No rattling on about stuff not related to work. My mouth has gotten me into more trouble in the past 50+ years - since whenever I learned to talk, which was early by the way.
The plan is to step into a new persona, of sorts. Me, but Office Me instead of Hermit Me. Public Me instead of Private Me. I'm just a grunt. A worker bee.
Anyway, I'm showered. I packed a lunch last night and all I have to do with that is make a sandwich. I still have to get dressed, but it's casual there, so no biggie. A nice top and a pair of khakis. (They said jeans, but I don't own any.) In about an hour and fifteen, I'll get in my car and drive to work. :panics a little:
It'll all be a learning curve. And I'll do fine. I guess. I hope. Whatever happens, I'm going to make this work. I have to make this work.
By the way, last night, I wrote about 900 words on Justice Served. Go, me.