Today was my first day at My New Job. Mom demanded I take a photo of myself on my first day to show her my shiny, new outfit just like we did when I was headed to my first day of kindergarten. I also remembered to pack my gym shoes and paint shirt, just so she didn't worry. Before I get to the nitty gritty of my day, here are some photos to commemorate my first day:
Oh, hi. That's me, in case you didn't figure that out. That's one of my shiny, new outfits. I look real professional, huh? It took me entirely too long to humidity-proof my hair this morning and those shoes hurt my toes. And nevermind my disaster of an apartment. Because DANG, look at me!
That's my precious mama. Her coworker sent me this photo via text message this morning. She said my mom was gushing over the previous photo. HER BABY GIRL ALL GROWED UP. OK, so I'm already 28, but this is as growed up as it gets around here. Isn't she precious? You wish she was your mom. I know it.
Before we move on, let's talk a little bit about HOW AWESOME MY LIFE IS. I'm not even kidding this time. After some time human-resourcing this morning, I was led to MY OFFICE. You guys. I have an OFFICE. My own office. It has a door. And by the end of the day, I also somehow acquired one standing lamp, a desk lamp, a desk fan from approximately 1963, one bookshelf, a piece of art that someone snagged out of the hallway, and two chairs. Not to mention the desk, the file cabinets, the bulletin boards, the shelving units, the laptop, THE AWESOME. That office is mine. My very own. I sort of want to die of omg-overdose. I thought moving into an apartment with a bedroom door was going to be awesome until I got my very own office with its very own door. I LOVE DOOR.
When I got home from work tonight I rounded up every single thing in my apartment that was not glued down. My office needs decor, man. A clock, an iPod radio, photos, books, a calendar, posters, my talking, plush Stewie Griffin doll (what?). By next week you're going to wish you could just hang out with me in my office. "My office" - hee hee.
But when I first moved into my work home, it was quite bare. I took some photos, which I'll share here, but you just WAIT for the "after" pics later this week after I've renovated. It will blow your mind.
So there it is. My door, my desk, my chairs, my laptop. I've already done a little feng shui magic, so these photos still don't do it justice. I don't have any windows, but I don't even care because I HAVE MY OWN OFFICE.
Obviously the most important part of this day was the job. (Although the personal office was a really close second). The job is pretty much my dream life wrapped up with a bow and handed to me. It is going to be so ridiculously amazing. Maybe I'm just saying this now because I just spent 10 months losing my mind, but I'll bet in another 10 months I'll still be pretty damn pumped about my life. The things I get to do and learn and see are public relations at its most awesome. PUBLIC RELATIONS. Finally! Something I can be proud of.
(No, really, somebody bookmark this post and send it to me in another year or so when I'm having a bad day and I'm all, "GOD I DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK TODAY." Remind me I said all this.)
So Day 1 was a complete success. Coworkers are great, the perks are great, the company is awesome, the job is heaven. There are probably a million more things I could go on and on about, but I've got forever to do that.