A New Job

So, apparently that lasted roughly a day. In my defence, I have been busy. Yesterday, I went in for a job interview and was hired on the spot, which means that challenge is technically over. I also went to that university Welcome Night thing, which was ok. Didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know, but I still made it there.

I'm pretty sure I don't give myself enough credit for doing all that. I made it through some pretty awkward situations without running for the hills, and I don't really feel happy about it. I feel really anxious about that first day of work and the next university event. Like really anxious.

I'm very worried that this job isn't going to be a good one. Just because it's so unlike something I'd normally be interested in. Everyone I met seems really friendly and nice, and it looks like there'll be less pressure placed on employees vs the last job I had.

What worries me is just all the little social things you have learn. I know this sounds ridiculous, but there isn't really a specific place where employees park so I have to find a spot, then double check with someone to make sure its ok, and that really stresses me out. I hate those little things that you're unsure of, and although I know no one really cares or even remembers them, but I'm stressed about those tiny embarrassments.

I'll make it through it ok, it's just the anticipation and going through those experiences that kill me. In positive news, I did manage to hang out with and chat with a few people at the university thing. Other than the first ten minutes or so, I didn't really feel all that awkward. I also made it through quite a few little embarrassments with that job interview. They sent me to the wrong place, but I was very kindly directed to the correct spot. I made it through all those intact so that's saying something.

And most importantly, I went to both of those events without bailing or even thinking of bailing as a real possibility which is huge for me. Running away from something is my go-to reaction. Even when I was younger and got in trouble, I hide in closet to avoid facing it head on. Or like the time my mom got a ticket because my brother and I didn't have our seat belts on. I felt so bad I hid in my grandma's bathtub.

I would even say I'm pretty close to feeling proud of myself for not avoiding it.