First day of work- part I

Here goes nothing, my first day of work as a big city girl in Chicago. Having been off work since early May I forgot how incredibly awful it is to wake up early, it literally pains me. I just laid there and begged for the clock not to move. But it did, and it felt like my snooze was thirty seconds long rather than seven minutes. I grumbled through everything this morning saying how dumb it was that people expect us hardworking youth to get up so early. It's ridiculous. But within about five minutes I was awake and feeling better. It was refreshing to dress in normal attire today rather than my good ol' chefs coat. I could actually look myself in the mirror and take what I saw seriously. My morning pep talk was a lot easier to deliver to a professionally dressed young career woman than a beaten down circus chef, "today is going to be a good day. You are going to be the best damn little recruiter this company has seen, and you're not gonna be a little bitch and whine about the fact that you don't like being told what to do," or something along those lines.

The next part of my morning being a big city worker is getting to the train. Chris and I walked together today, but this might be the only day because I actually don't have to be at work til 8:30, he at 8:00. We talked about all the things a big city couple discusses on their way to work, "so what time is the dog walker coming?" "did you remember to pay the cable bill?" "Did you order the tickets for the Opera on Saturday?" Someday... At the train station we departed ways as he got on the Red line and me on the Brown. I was super lucky and actually got a seat on the Brown. So instead of driving an hour everyday to work in my Camry, I now have the pleasure of riding a ten minute roller coaster to work. It's pretty thrilling, I think the Brown line is the best train to ride because it does all sorts of loops and turns. It's just that instead of being surrounded by happy screaming children on a roller coaster I look around and only seem glum looking adults not speaking a work to each other. We just all look down at our phones or newspapers doing anything to avoid eye contact. They must not have as good as a job as I do.

So this is just part one of my morning, still bright eyed and bushy tailed sitting at Starbucks sipping my iced coffee watching out the window at the city dwellers on their way to work. Let's hope part two is just as enthusiastic. I hope my work gives me at least a two hour lunch so I will have ample enough time to write a blog, I can't see how they couldn't though that just wouldn't be fair. And I also hope there is a TV in the office so I can watch The Today Show while I work in the morning like I am used to. As long as all of these pieces fall into place I will be a happy camper. If not... Well I'm not even gonna go there yet.