I mean, seriously….for only three days of work, that was intense.
Today? I slept as late as my hungry monsters would let me. I drank coffee and ate waffles for breakfast. I lounged.
Now, I am digesting my lunch (grilled cheese, tomato soup & chocolate milk – it’s nice to have a half marathon coming up – I can eat whatever [within reason, of course]).
This afternoon, I’ll do a short cardio session, some weights, then some gardening. I’m making bread right now. I have a phone call to return, and the door-to-door political canvassers to avoid.
My first week was amazing. I wish I could share more of the details with you all, but although I don’t care if you know where I work, I very much care if you know where I work. Suffice it to say that I am working at the largest place I have EVER worked, even including my dotcom days.
I love it. I love the things I’ve seen and the things I’ve learned. I love that my boss loves me and is impressed at how fast I’m picking things up. I love how fast I’m picking things up. There are a lot of things to learn, and I’ve just started, but it’s not going to be as overwhelming as I thought. I’m apparently quite fancy, and I will have a lot of responsibility.
And, one fun story. I was in line at a cafeteria yesterday (I seldom bring my lunch the first week of any new thing – not sure why). There are a few different options – you can get something from the grill, you can get the special of the day, or you can do soup & salad bar. They are all in different areas.
There is a woman in front of me at the special of the day (which was fancy salads) who wanted a chicken sandwich – so she ordered one.
The man making the fancy salads proceeded to start making a chicken salad.
“Everything on it?” he asked.
She said, louder this time, “I want a chicken sandwich.”
He smiled, and continued making her salad.
I said, “Grill items are at that station over there – this is just the salads.”
“Oh, I guess I’m not getting a sandwich then.”
I was about to offer to take the salad, since it was what I was going to order, anyways, when she added, “You know, some English would be helpful.”
I almost said (and I’m still kicking myself because I didn’t), “Yes, it does come in handy for sign reading & interpretation.”