Yesterday was my first day at the new job (well, jobette, since it’s only about 20 hours a week).
I got up around 6:30 in order to start work at 9:00. Some of this is my fault (I need half an hour to caffeinate and fully accept the horror of being awake in the darkness), and some of it is the commute (45 minutes each way). Then there’s the time it takes to get pretty, a time which lengthens as a girl becomes more vintage.
It’s been so long since I’ve worked in an office that my getting pretty skills have rusted. It took me a while to do hair and make-up. Fortunately, my parents’ insistence on setting out clothes the night before when we were kids came in useful, since I’d gotten everything ready, right down to the accessories.
Speaking of wardrobe, mine definitely needs some additions. I think I can come up with three acceptable outfits this week, but that’s about it. Working at home and walking the dogs doesn’t require much elegance. Fortunately, the new job isn’t formal, but as I have noted here before, “business casual” can be confusing and difficult to put together. Especially when you have to either buy clothes on line, or drive two hours each way to try them on.
So, as suitably attired as I could be, I headed out into the sunny day a little after 8:00.
We spent most of the morning on paperwork and a class on social media, which seems like a great business tool. Then, a delightful lunch at the Wharf (aka the official home of the Hooterville Girls’ Night Out), where I didn’t try to resist the crab cakes, but did resist the pomegranate martini. First impressions are so important. They’ll find out the Awful Truth soon enough.
The afternoon included a meeting with a local TV station and brainstorming about a focus group, as well as picking up proofs at the printer’s down the street and ordering a (très expensive) drum unit for the temperamental printer. And voilà! It was time to go home.
So far, so good!