Yesterday, the 4th, was my one month anniversary at my new job. I felt almost as lost as I did one month ago. I struggle with everything except conversation and smiling. I attract interest wherever I go, (I think they are just a friendly and open bunch and want to enquire and chat,) every time that I set foot off of my floor, I bump into at least one person that I used to work with (but it's usually two or three of them,) from when I worked three floors below. It's actually lovely to see familiar faces and to see people who want to know that the heck I'm doing back there.
Today, I got a massive wave and hug from Fasil, Faz to his friends. It was so lovely to see him because when I left the fifth floor, thirteen months ago, you know me Col, I hate fuss about me and so I had opted to try to slip away, with the least fuss, like a stone floating silently to the river bed.
Faz was on leave when I left but soon after I started the new job, I got an email from my friend Paul telling me that Faz was so sad that I'd left and he didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I did try emailing Faz from my new location but he never received it.
Fate is a curious thing and so I'm standing in the atrium, hugging Faz, so, so, happy to see this lovely man again. We chatted for five minutes about where I was, how I was struggling, how his dissertation was going and the wonders of You tube, as professed by his father-in-law. It was great.
This morning, I struggled with my tasks, I make a total cock up of the first task. Correction, what I did was right, however, I was in the wrong "mode" therefore, everything I did, was wasted.
I took a deep breath, re-did everything and it was good. Then I took my break, got a hug from Faz, did another three, number driven tasks and.... they were all good. Something, has finally sunk in, something has stuck, I now know how to do... something. Praise the Lord.
After a month long migraine, maybe I can just about see a tiny, weeny, chink of light at the end of this particular tunnel.
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