Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Making It Work

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.


  1. How in the heck do you not own jeans?!?!?! I'd have to have a job where jeans are allowed because I couldn't afford a new wardrobe. LOLOL

    Yay for writing. See? The brain is waking up because new challenges.

    BTW, you'll be fine. You're smart. You can string words together and make sense. You can type, answer phones, and you are THE Queen of Spreadsheets! You like the lady who interviewed you. You'll get along with the others. I'm betting most are mature so you'll fit in. Now, if the office was full of millenials? That's a horse with stripes of different colors.

    Can't wait to hear all about your first day! Now get out there and Git 'er Done!

    1. Jeans just stopped being comfortable so I stopped buying them. I have comfortable cotton pants and khakis. Yay for writing last night because I'm sure not up to doing it tonight. The first day was fine. Tiring, since I'm not used to it anymore, but I got right to work and got some stuff accomplished. They even left me in charge of the phones while they had their weekly meeting - which I will start attending next week. The people are good, too. I haven't met everyone, but everyone I met, I liked.

  2. Ditto to what Silver said. How do you not own jeans!!!?

    I do the persona thing--especially when I used to work in an office.

    I know you'll do great. I hope they appreciate you.

    1. Like I told Silver, jeans just aren't comfortable for me anymore. Sad, I know. They do seem to appreciate having me. Yay.

  3. You'll do fine! The manager already likes you, and that's half the battle.

    I'd be in trouble if I worked where they didn't allow jeans. I have blue jeans, brown jeans, gray ... well not jeans, stretchy old lady pants, a step up from sweats. LOL!

    1. So far, so good. Heh, stretchy old lady pants is my wardrobe, but since they're not sweats, they work for the office. LOL