Well, today marks my third day at the new job and I am already feeling the exhaustion. To recap: I started a new job, which requires my man and I to carpool together… leaving at 5:30 am (as my partner starts at 6am) and then waiting around till I start at 8 (8:30 this week). Still waiting to hear from his work if he can get later shifts. I really hope so because these early mornings are killing me.
The first day I was thrown into the hardest part of my new job, which involves math (Eek!). I got a tour of the facility from the bottom to the top (went on the roof even). I guess I may as well say that I work for a mall. I am in the marketing department, and it looks like I will be responsible for helping to organize seasonal events, programs, bookings, as well as the website, social media pages, and a lot of reports (the math part). Kind of exciting, but very demanding! There is always something on the go it seems and there are daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, and annual reports and tasks are must be completed. Going to have to be prepared for long nights and tight deadlines. Luckily everyone seems to pitch in. Things are obviously a bit scary right now because I am learning and the job changes throughout the year, so it will take a full year to really learn it.
The people: so far everyone has been very nice. My first day was a whirlwind of introductions (so many names I will have to remember) and that evening there was even a staff fun night (nothing like getting thrown right into the mix eh?). They seem mostly like fun people, but it’s always tricky to read people until you get to know them better. As I mentioned before, I am replacing someone for their maternity leave. I was very nervous about how I would be while she trained me (seeing her big belly full of that sweet baby life that I can only dream of right now). She is lovely though and we really hit it off well. Yesterday someone brought her a gift and made her open it right there. Inside were all these sweet little onesies and I started to tear up. I left for the washroom to pull myself together. Later she confronted me and asked me if I had suffered a loss based on a comment I made about “training again” and my discomfort during the gift opening. I told her everything (as I did to my supervisor in my interview) and WOW… she also suffered a loss… Well that was that! We bonded for an hour as we bawled our eyes out and shared our journey. She told me she lost her little one at 20 weeks, found out her husband had morphology issues, went through IVF, managed to get pregnant again and although had a healthy pregnancy that time, her sister (who was pregnant at the same time) delivered a stillborn little boy. Now she is onto baby number 2, due in July. I was so floored by her story. She also told me someone else in the office was going through something similar, but obviously did not say who. I told her that if she wanted to tell that person my story I was okay with it. Maybe we could help each other. So that was an eventful day two!
Today is day three, and I am sitting at a Tim Hortons using their free wifi to type this out to kill time waiting for work while I drink a horrible coffee (sorry Timmies fans, but this coffee tastes like battery acid and affects my tummy in a bad way). The job is going well so far though and I have hope that this is going to work out. I know there will be some lumps and bumps along the way; some tears and fears, but I know I can get through this. I have to. We all do. Eventually things will get better. ❤