First day on the job!
Must look neat and tidy and un-memorable. (Nothing worse than turning up in an outfit that makes a statement and you are forever called Girl in Pink or the One with the Dress.) Bottom line is that I survived that first day horror of not really having anything to do and having to try to look like I am doing something. And all the while seeming alert and enthusiastic and sitting more erect than is comfortable. And wondering if I am going to the bathroom more than everyone else and if they are noticing.
She was a long one, today.
But the in house subsidized Starbucks and lunch and nice Scottish co-workers were bonuses for the trade of office air.
And nice husband to escort me on a walk home.
I may even go back. Each day this week.
God help me.