As you may have read earlier, last Friday I turned in my 2-week notice. I got a promotion and will be working in another part of the institution on "the other side of the river", which around here is almost as different as the North is from the South.
When I started here almost 10 years ago I worked with just a filing cabinet that I pushed around to different desks, then I graduated to a reception area before moving up to my present cubicle. It only took me 10 years to do it, but I have finally earned myself an office with a door, and possibly even a window!
As excited as I am to be starting a new job I'm also just as terrified. I hate starting new jobs. I hate feeling like a idiot and having to fumble around like a old lady in the dark. My "first-day-lunch" has always been the same one...a peanut butter sandwich. Why? Because who wants their first question on the first day of their new job to be, Where is the kitchen?
So, keep checking back to see how things are going for me. On Wednesday I will get keys to my office, which I can't wait to see (don't I sound like the most immature teenager ever?). I'm nervous and still trying to figure out what has possessed me to think I can take on another huge challenge this year (because apparently moving and having a baby weren't enough for me).
But, ladies (and gentlemen?) the new countdown has begun!