Author: Jen S.
Each morning this week, I’ve spent my commute listening to the speeches and recap of the previous day’s Democratic National Convention. And I’ve cried. The big, ugly cry, every morning. The kind where you need to fix your makeup in your car before you go inside. I really didn’t expect to feel this way. I thought that seeing Hillary get so far in 2008 and succeed through the primaries this year, that the convention and the official nominating would just sort of be another step in the process. But it’s not. It’s a big freaking deal. And I get it now.
I’m three weeks in at my new gig, and it’s been a crash course in being new. Again. There is discomfort in the feeling of being adrift and un-moored in a place where you barely know where the bathroom is, much less how to DO YOUR WORK. The discomfort is good for you; I think it’s what opens up your mind to taking in all the new details of the cultural norms of a workplace and positions you for the learning and growth that should come with a new job.