On the Morning of Day Two

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.


Lynn said…
Deja, this sounds so promising. Good luck on this new venture. You will do great. Enjoy Enjoy Enjoy. I know hard to do when you have a cold, but this too shall pass.
Veganmothering said…
Wow, you get PAID to give your opinion (and you have an assistant?!) Sounds like a great job to me. I don't get paid to do what I do. At least in money. But I do think my job is pretty cool, it has it's down sides though. Like the fact my 3 year old STILL is not potty-trained. Sorry, I'm diverting. I'm really happy for you. Your job sounds like the perfect fit for you (although I'm sure you will be missed in the teaching world). And Boston, yes, working in such a lovely place, you ARE lucky.
belann said…
I'm glad you felt well enough to write this blog. Please take care of yourself.
Launie said…
Good for you! There is nothing like the feeling of tossing off a crappy job for a much better one! Been there done that!
Tia and Amara said…
Yay yay! I've been waiting for this post! Remember you're living the dream for all of the rest of us too --so be sure to savor a little bit extra. I HATE that though where I work through the night through dreams and wake up worn out. Hate it. Always happens when you need sleep the most!
Genevieve Beck said…
Good to hear! The job sounds great and it looks like you'll be able to enjoy the commute even if it's not quite warm yet--I guess we'll see on a blizzard day, but I think it will give you great writing material regardless.
meg said…
Congratulations on the new gig! I love reading your posts--they bring back memories of talking with you, in your beautiful descriptive voice. Hope you feel better soon.

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