The new job (again)

After my embarrassing attempt a couple of days ago to tell you about my new job I thought I should probably try again. And address the question on everybody’s mind. What kind of biscuits are in the tearoom? Well I can address that question but I can’t answer it. I WISH I could answer it, but sadly I have to tell you I don’t have a clue. I think there aren’t any biscuits in the tearoom. But as if I would know! My tour of the office was at 4PM, after almost a whole day there. And thank god it happened when it did because I was busting by the time I was shown where the toilets were.

The kitchenette I had found on my own earlier because it is between my desk and the front door and dehydration had forced me into it. But as there was a bunch of people standing around and I wasn’t sure of the glass-borrowing etiquette I got my water and got the hell outta there before I could get a good look around. Don’t worry, if I do find biscuits I will let you know all about it.

My first, and so far only, day on the job was fine. Most of my department I know from a previous job. And they are all nice. My boss seems lovely and says things like, “Shit! …as they say in the classics.” I had to sit at someone else’s desk. He was away for the day and my soon-to-be desk has not yet been vacated. The desk was messy, but on the wall it had an adorable intergalactic + terrestrial hand drawing. That looked a little bit like this:

So that was pretty cute.

And after work when I was starving, because apparently sitting at a desk for several hours a day will do that to me, I got to buy myself everybody’s favourite spanakopita.

So I guess other than the face-plant inducing tiredness, working in an office is not so bad.*

*Based on one day, which was also sunny so therefore nothing could be that bad and on which I was given only a little work, so of course it was not stressful and of course all jobs start out ok. Look, I’m trying to start out positive. Chut up.