I’ve been in my new job for just over three weeks now. I feel like I am starting to get a handle on what the shape of my days will look like, which is a comforting feeling. I find the first few weeks of a new job so uncomfortable, the knowing that I don’t really know what to do, that I don’t have any email to check, that I am here but not yet able to be helpful or useful or productive.
It has been interesting learning the culture of my new workplace. It is, in many ways, the opposite of where I came from. People here (new place= NP) close their office doors to work something that, unless you were on a private call or disciplining an employee, was totally frowned on at old place (OP). At OP, I supervised 35 staff members and much of my day was spent with a steady stream of traffic in through my (open) door. At NP I don’t have any direct reports and I can go hours at a stretch without talking to anyone while I do the research component of the job. NP may, in fact, be the quietest place I’ve ever worked.
My boss here at NP is the polar opposite of my boss at OP. NP boss is new too so we are figuring out together how we’ll best share our work and how this place operates. She has already dropped an F-bomb in front of me, so I’ll take that as a good sign that she feels like we are connecting well.
The best part of being not quite a month in the job here at NP is that I haven’t had, even for a moment, a minute of regret about taking the job. I miss some of the people at OP but I don’t miss the job. I realize I am still deeply in the honeymoon phase of NP but I feel good about this job being what I hoped it would be.
Now, I just need it to hurry up and get to the end of the month so we can move into our new house and I can begin settling more fully into life in our new city. The official hunt for a friend outside of work starts then.
(Please be my friend, some nice and funny person in my neighborhood! We can go to Target and complain about the winter here. It will be great.)