The borderline awkward and boring first days.
First days at work are supposed to bring you that glimmer of hope and an air of excitement - that this is the much awaited fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to put your best foot forward. I think that philosophy died along with my passion for the corporate world. Truth is, that stroke of positivity only hit me once since I graduated. It was my first job, I was a fresh grad with eyes big in wonder at the sight of a real corporate office. I could only wish I didn't have to leave so I wouldn't have to suffer the subsequent first days. Now, every first day is just another day to sulk about being in the wrong place, and being clearly aware of it. But we all make sacrifices for a dream, don't we? Thinking about it, I'm not entirely lost because I know where I'm going, but for some unknown reason I was led by the universe to where I am now.
The Verdict: I'm a corporate misfit.
But even though it feels like Sansa Stark being forced to bethrotal with Joffrey Barratheon, at least I know I'm working for a dream and God has a reason for this. For why I'm staying here for now.
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The best consolation about this day of awkward struggle of trying to fit in and bearing info overload is that Ced works in the building across! At the end of the day I have someone to hug me so tight, my loose screws and parts will go back into place.
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