Me vs First Day of Work

As you probably are aware I don’t write about myself. The (fictional) characters I write about are not real and any resemblance with reality may be pure coincidence.

First day of work is always a pain. For starters you always go way to much fancy and formal for what is required on your job, it don’t really care if it’s a formal or casual dress code, you always go a little bit too much.

Don’t matter what you’re supposed to do, in that first day (or week) you follow people around and do whatever you’re told to, and smile a lot, although in my case that happens always (the smiling not the working).

The “best part” is that you always wake up early to arrive on time and set up a record of punctuality, that you know you’ll end up breaking it after two or three weeks (who knows, maybe earlier), of course none of your superiors (or the people you work with) arrived at the schedule time, unless in that one day your alarm clock don’t wake you, or the bathroom is flooded or you miss your bus. In that one day be sure everyone will be asking or needing you.

First week is also when you do a lot of screw-ups, don’t try to avoid, it will happen sooner or later, and you’ll be messing up with a thousand of Euros in equipment long before you realize.

That, of course, never happened to me, although I know a friend of mine…

The thing is starting a new job is not always easy and you problem have the same problems every time, so just keep it calm and smile, because everyone else is.