I think I'm in love
I started my new job in a natural state of heightened sensitivity fuelled by terror, anticipation and joy. I'd gone from being a pseudo-librarian at a regional library serving braless half-wits and their cross-eyed kids to landing a prized role in the state's leading advertising agency. So it was to my supreme relief that when I entered the building it was like I was expecting a wrecking ball to come hurtling out of some corner of the building at any given moment. Fortunately that didn't happen. Even more fortunately my creative directors were both very late to arrive giving me time to mosey around and smile furtively at my new colleagues.
Its like being in the playground on the first day of joining a new school - everyone else knows each other and there seems to be no room for you in the crowded banter that fires in unfamiliar patterns between people. Sooner or later, you find an entry point - a golden moment where an anecdote you possess is relevant to the conversation's route and you quickly gush it out before the opportunity is subsumes by someone else. Its like trying to enter a skipping rope being swung by two other people - if you leap in wrong you the conversation will slap against your legs and fall flat on the ground. If you are successful you then have to sustain a conversational rhythm - jump, jump, jump in order to perpetuate the process of integration.
Of course it helps that these people are welcoming and kind to a newb like me and even when I completely fail to understand what they want they smile and offer reassuring words.
And the perks?
Well, on my first day I was welcomed with a coffee, marinated in adoration of my anticipated meteoric rise to advertising stardom, described as the company's "saviour", did some writing then had a glass of wine shoved in my hand for the afternoon meeting. Then, my creative director dropped me home in her lovely sports car and said how happy they were I had arrived.
And just when I thought things couldn't be better - tomorrow is Chocolate Wednesday. Wine AND chocolates? I don't just like my new job - I think I'm in love.
Its like being in the playground on the first day of joining a new school - everyone else knows each other and there seems to be no room for you in the crowded banter that fires in unfamiliar patterns between people. Sooner or later, you find an entry point - a golden moment where an anecdote you possess is relevant to the conversation's route and you quickly gush it out before the opportunity is subsumes by someone else. Its like trying to enter a skipping rope being swung by two other people - if you leap in wrong you the conversation will slap against your legs and fall flat on the ground. If you are successful you then have to sustain a conversational rhythm - jump, jump, jump in order to perpetuate the process of integration.
Of course it helps that these people are welcoming and kind to a newb like me and even when I completely fail to understand what they want they smile and offer reassuring words.
And the perks?
Well, on my first day I was welcomed with a coffee, marinated in adoration of my anticipated meteoric rise to advertising stardom, described as the company's "saviour", did some writing then had a glass of wine shoved in my hand for the afternoon meeting. Then, my creative director dropped me home in her lovely sports car and said how happy they were I had arrived.
And just when I thought things couldn't be better - tomorrow is Chocolate Wednesday. Wine AND chocolates? I don't just like my new job - I think I'm in love.
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