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judecorpHow do you go to this thing called "work"? It has been far too long, and I'm not quite sure how to go about it. I have all these questions: What do I wear? What do I bring for lunch? What do I bring with me? What time should I get up in the morning? Should I eat breakfast first? It doesn't help that I'm completely neurotic, I suppose. Some of the questions could just basically be categorized in the "starting a /new/ job" realm, but some are definitely heightened by having not worked for three months. THREE MONTHS! That's one fourth of the year!
Tomorrow I must wake up, get ready, and head to my first day of work. The first few weeks of a new job are always the worst, because you're just inundated with new information, new routines, new faces, new names. I hope their training process is better than their hiring process, otherwise I'm likely to go postal on them.
I think I'll wear something comfortable but somewhat nicer than my usual unemployed slacker wardrobe, but not too nice. I think I'd rather feel underdressed (and be comfortable) than overdressed and uncomfortable for no reason. Heck, it's the first freaking day. BUT, it's the first day that I get paid for 8 hours of work! WAHOO! (I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.)
p.s. One of the highlights of my day was when my father said, on the telephone, that he wished Hillary Clinton would run for president so he could vote for her. And he wasn't even joking.
Tomorrow I must wake up, get ready, and head to my first day of work. The first few weeks of a new job are always the worst, because you're just inundated with new information, new routines, new faces, new names. I hope their training process is better than their hiring process, otherwise I'm likely to go postal on them.
I think I'll wear something comfortable but somewhat nicer than my usual unemployed slacker wardrobe, but not too nice. I think I'd rather feel underdressed (and be comfortable) than overdressed and uncomfortable for no reason. Heck, it's the first freaking day. BUT, it's the first day that I get paid for 8 hours of work! WAHOO! (I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.)
p.s. One of the highlights of my day was when my father said, on the telephone, that he wished Hillary Clinton would run for president so he could vote for her. And he wasn't even joking.
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:11 pm (UTC)