Day one of work was pretty wonderful. I mean, not anything too exciting yet, mostly filling out forms and such. But I was surprised by how much I loved sitting at my desk, writing emails to my editorial assistant, trying out my new lingo, etc.
When I came out of the building to go home, it was dark out, and I had wondered if that would bum me out, but I giggled a little, because the whole city was there in front of me, and it was incredibly beautiful,as Boston tends to be. The trees were lit up with little bright lights and all these young professionals were walking to the train and there was a beautiful window display of trendy home furnishings, and I felt like I was living the dream.
Okay, so then I fell when I was crossing the street. But even that was sort of cool because this kid (read--kid the age of my former students) stopped in front of me so that I wouldn't get hit by a car, and as humiliating as that was, what he did seemed so kind, and made me feel like we were in this thing together--this train taking, this working thing. And we'd all agreed to take care of each other.
Back to job. Overall, it just feels better there. As much as I loved teaching, I have a lot to say about why I suspect this corporate environment has advantages, why I think it might be smarter and certainly less petty, but I'll save that. For now, it just seems like a miracle that they want me to ask questions, even stupid ones, and they want me to be innovative and tell them candidly what I think. This seems unprecedented for my working life thus far.
Only troubles: I have a raging cold which I can't stay home and nurse, and I dreamed I was working all night, so it feels like I've had no time off. At one point during the night, I think I was just barely awake enough to hear myself emit this thin snore, and at that point in my dream, the job had morphed into a waitress/food prep sort of job, and my snores were very thin slices of bread, and someone was telling me I had to fold the slices up very thick so I could make the bread pudding.
And now I must be off. I hope Sam sings that song, "My baby takes the morning train ..." as he's been singing to me lately. I like that song.