It’s funny, cuz it’s my first day in the new office. This is a very chic neighborhood so I try to play the part. I dress in a black Michael Kors sweater and I wear my most expensive denim. Victor drove me to work this morning and I made it just in time, 10 minutes to 10.
‘Here I am, world’, I try to say, as I walk into X Jay Street. I’m holding my hat in one hand and my handbag and cup of coffee in another. I have this stance that could knock anyone off the runway, or so I think. Except that I trip (but, of course) as I’m walking out of the elevator and I spill coffee all over my bag and coat…very uncool.
My self-esteem hits rock bottom fast. My stance is gone. And I am dripping coffee.
It is my first day of high school all over again. I can’t even find our suite. I have to call Bossman for instructions, except that he doesn’t know the room number; why am I not surprised.
For some reason I am jittery the whole day. I don’t know if it is being this close together with everyone, or the fact that we don’t have partitions or the fact that Bossman is sitting right behind me and I can’t surf the web (withdrawal symptoms…possibly?) because my computer screen is facing him.
I have lunch with a co-worker at this place called Rebar. We have chicken skewers and we share a bucket of chips. Their peanut sauce is amazing. I almost bite the waiter’s hand off when he tries to take it away. That makes me nervous too—when you are still eating and the waiter is clearing the table.
All in all, I like it here. I can’t wait till we get our furniture. And I can’t wait ‘till Bossman’s office is complete. Oh…and the partitions too. I hate seeing everyone’s faces or feeling as if I am being watched. I miss my privacy.
‘Here I am, world’, I try to say, as I walk into X Jay Street. I’m holding my hat in one hand and my handbag and cup of coffee in another. I have this stance that could knock anyone off the runway, or so I think. Except that I trip (but, of course) as I’m walking out of the elevator and I spill coffee all over my bag and coat…very uncool.
My self-esteem hits rock bottom fast. My stance is gone. And I am dripping coffee.
It is my first day of high school all over again. I can’t even find our suite. I have to call Bossman for instructions, except that he doesn’t know the room number; why am I not surprised.
For some reason I am jittery the whole day. I don’t know if it is being this close together with everyone, or the fact that we don’t have partitions or the fact that Bossman is sitting right behind me and I can’t surf the web (withdrawal symptoms…possibly?) because my computer screen is facing him.
I have lunch with a co-worker at this place called Rebar. We have chicken skewers and we share a bucket of chips. Their peanut sauce is amazing. I almost bite the waiter’s hand off when he tries to take it away. That makes me nervous too—when you are still eating and the waiter is clearing the table.
All in all, I like it here. I can’t wait till we get our furniture. And I can’t wait ‘till Bossman’s office is complete. Oh…and the partitions too. I hate seeing everyone’s faces or feeling as if I am being watched. I miss my privacy.
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