The Servant's Quarters

Ok, so I've been working my new job for a couple of weeks now. How's it going, you ask? Not bad. Not bad at all.

The first three days or so were downright depressing. I found myself, with about two days warning, moved to an entirely different building surrounded by all new people. Not even having any of my office equipment, I limped along through my days with a borrowed laptop. I did a lot of reading. (You know, job related, training stuff.) I took walks. I wondered how things were going with my former co-workers. Even though I was about a mile or so down the road, I felt like I was in an entirely new world.

Then, things began to brighten up. I started to get used to my surroundings. (The cafeteria in my new digs is much better than the old one. Good stuff.) Although my desktop computer and telephone hadn't caught up with me yet, I was starting to move boxes of my personal stuff from my old cubicle at the Credit Company Building. So, my office was beginning to look more familiar. The folks on my new team were nice and were beginning to grow on me. (My new boss is a real trip. High energy with a mind that bounces all over the place. He's hard to keep up with. And he's also a really nice guy. I think I'm going to like working with him.)

Now, two weeks into this gig, my computer and phone are on my desk, I'm used to my new chair, pictures of my family are in their proper places, and I look forward to going to the office in the morning. The work is keeping me hopping, and that's a good feeling. I'm getting things done. I feel like I'm contributing.

As a matter of fact, this job only has one thing that I don't like - meetings. Quite a few more than I had at my old position. But that's ok. I can deal.

Now, if only everyone in the US would decide that they just have to go out and buy a new Ford tomorrow, my job would be absolutely wonderful!