Day One Again


Today was my first day of work at Facebook, and I woke at 5:30 in the morning, not because I was filled with nervousness and trepidation, but because jet lag and falling asleep at 10pm and because poor grammar decisions. There was nothing to eat in the house (except for a bag of rotten pumpkin seeds, and some frozen fish) so I had to go back to the 24 hour supermarket to buy fruit and oatmeal. Then it was just a matter of faffing about for two hours until the rains came and the taxis all dissolved, and then sprinting for the MRT in full-on panic mode because you should start like you mean to go on, right?

So now, 17 hours later, I recuperate by lying on the sofa, waiting in vain for a man from UPS to arrive with the parcel he was meant to deliver two hours ago. I’ve acquired a new laptop and phone, and absorbed a lot of information about a lot of things, and now I’m keen to get cracking and show what I can do, but I also want to go to sleep. This sort of division of my consciousness into two may be an arbiter of things to come. That, or I’ve driven myself crazy by managing to enable notifications on my work phone, my personal phone, my laptop’s email client and on the browser, so every single email instigates a cacophony of beeps and rings and vibrations.

Yes, there’s something to get better at.

First impressions of things: the office space is beautiful, there’s too much confectionary available (if I didn’t have a vestige of self control, I’d have scoffed a kilo of Crunchies) and after two years of not using Microsoft Outlook, I’m suddenly confused by it all over again, and so I worry I may spend my first week floundering, but that’s not so much a learning curve to climb as a road bump to surmount. I’m just wondering where and what I’ll metamorphose to.


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