I’m back to where I was 2 years ago. It’s like déjà vu, except I don’t feel like the new kid on the block this time – more like the ratty old fart in the corner who drinks 3 cups of tea every day at exactly the same time. In other words, I feel like part of the furniture. The part that people don’t bat their eyelids at, even though you’ve been doing 2 more years of living since they last saw you.
Today I started my new temp role at the media company I previously worked for, and I’d already broken every rule in the book by 11am through opening gmail, facebook and my blog. The most important thing they teach you as temp is to never use the internet whilst on assignment. I don’t think I have ever managed to follow that rule.
It was nice walking in here this morning to some familiar faces. Not much as changed, although I remember the layout of the office as being different, and at least half the women I used to work with are off having babies. There must be something in the water here – every woman bar one in this department has either had or is about to have a baby, all in a period of 2 years. Please let me not catch this virus. Can you imagine; I work here for a couple of months and next thing my life is over because I have a sprog on the way. Heaven help us all. I can see myself buying weekly pregnancy tests, just to double check.
So I don’t have anything to do right now, as I’m waiting to get set up on the systems I need to start on the project they’ve given me. One thing is for sure, where I used to blog occasionally about funny work situations, I will now have to blog exclusively about my personal life. This is just not that kind of place.
I woke up an hour before my alarm today, and didn’t sleep very well last night. I felt like a piece of me was missing this morning when I passed Leicester Square station on the tube instead of getting off to go to work. I miss my old company so much already, and imagining all my mates going in this morning to gossip around the coffee machine about Friday night’s party makes my stomach feel hollow. I know it’s normal and that it will pass. I just wish it would hurry up and do so.
Friday night was a great night, though. A fitting end to a fantastic run of 10 months of truly enjoying my job. It’s rare to look forward to going to work everyday, but I did, and I will try to remember that feeling fondly rather than with bitterness at having to move on. But back to our big leaving do….. we partied from noon on Friday to around 4am. I got home at 5, and woke up again at 8am. Suffice it to say my weekend was a write off. My hangover on Saturday was of epic proportions, and I think my lowest moment came when I had to walk around Wimbledon in the rain for an hour because I thought if I got back on the bus to go home, I’d throw up. Good times.
Let’s see if this new role makes me any wiser.
Today I started my new temp role at the media company I previously worked for, and I’d already broken every rule in the book by 11am through opening gmail, facebook and my blog. The most important thing they teach you as temp is to never use the internet whilst on assignment. I don’t think I have ever managed to follow that rule.
It was nice walking in here this morning to some familiar faces. Not much as changed, although I remember the layout of the office as being different, and at least half the women I used to work with are off having babies. There must be something in the water here – every woman bar one in this department has either had or is about to have a baby, all in a period of 2 years. Please let me not catch this virus. Can you imagine; I work here for a couple of months and next thing my life is over because I have a sprog on the way. Heaven help us all. I can see myself buying weekly pregnancy tests, just to double check.
So I don’t have anything to do right now, as I’m waiting to get set up on the systems I need to start on the project they’ve given me. One thing is for sure, where I used to blog occasionally about funny work situations, I will now have to blog exclusively about my personal life. This is just not that kind of place.
I woke up an hour before my alarm today, and didn’t sleep very well last night. I felt like a piece of me was missing this morning when I passed Leicester Square station on the tube instead of getting off to go to work. I miss my old company so much already, and imagining all my mates going in this morning to gossip around the coffee machine about Friday night’s party makes my stomach feel hollow. I know it’s normal and that it will pass. I just wish it would hurry up and do so.
Friday night was a great night, though. A fitting end to a fantastic run of 10 months of truly enjoying my job. It’s rare to look forward to going to work everyday, but I did, and I will try to remember that feeling fondly rather than with bitterness at having to move on. But back to our big leaving do….. we partied from noon on Friday to around 4am. I got home at 5, and woke up again at 8am. Suffice it to say my weekend was a write off. My hangover on Saturday was of epic proportions, and I think my lowest moment came when I had to walk around Wimbledon in the rain for an hour because I thought if I got back on the bus to go home, I’d throw up. Good times.
Let’s see if this new role makes me any wiser.
5 comments:
That pregnancy epidemic sounds worrying! I hope your work situation sorts itself out!
ps I tagged you, but if you hate tags then dont worry!
Hmmm. I don't usually do them, especially the "reveal your past" kind, but I might make an exception for you! Let me sleep on it ;-)
good luck in the job. and rules? who cares about rules?
go you!
oy... its crappy having to give up something you like.
strongs!
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