My first day in the lobby.

I've been at this job for a little over a year. I'm not sure what I did with myself until July, when I got this blog. But I do remember my first day at work. I had hesistated to take this job, as I told JR, "Everyone has perfect hair and looks like they've never spilled coffee in their whole lives." My previous job had been at a warehouse with guys I'd known forever. When I interviewed for this job I saw only Coworker, She of the Lovely Curls and Coworker Who's Breasts Came with a Recipt. Frankly, I was intimidated. But that's mostly why I took the job, when something makes me nervous or scared, the only thing I know to do is to run screaming straight towards it. But my first day started badly. I'm on of those people that give themselves a looooooooong time to get places, but the traffic was even worse than I anticipated and while I was supposed to arrive at 8:00, I yanked open the lobby door at 8:02. Breathless and a little sweaty. "Great," I thought. "Great start." But then I noticed that Coworker, She of the Lovely Curls wasn't behind the reception desk. The lobby was empty. I stood around for a few minutes, wondering what to do. Then she poked her head around the corner and said, "Oh, you must have been waiting forever, poor thing! I had to run the bathroom, I spilled coffee on my pant leg and it took me 15 minutes to get it out."

I felt much better after that.