Day One

Today was my first day of work at my new job. It went well. Better than I anticipated. My supervisor emailed me last week telling me to skip breakfast this morning because the team was planning a "Welcome Shannon" breakfast potluck. Immediately upon reading that email, I thought "oh, shit." Being a bit of an introvert, that sounded exactly like my idea of an excruciating hell on Earth. It's not that I dislike people. Generally speaking, that is. It's just that I don't always feel comfortable around people I do not know. Individually, I am fine. However, a group of people I do not know is nothing short of terrifying to me. I imagined myself standing before them with armpit stains and sweat dripping off my forehead while I tried to remember even the most basic grammatical rules of the English language. A sudoriferous (look it up) babbling idiot. So I wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting everyone in a large group setting. While eating. Around a conference room table. With all eyes on me. On my way to work this morning, my sister texted me to wish me luck and to ask me if I had a speech prepared for my potluck. Bitch. As if I was not nervous enough.

Surprisingly, however, I survived. The people on the team were extremely warm and welcoming. I did feel a bit like all eyes were on me, but I managed not to be a blubbering idiot. At least I think so. The people on the team might tell you otherwise. The potluck was actually pleasant. My new coworkers are funny and engaging. I thoroughly enjoyed meeting them.

But I am glad it's over. Introductions have been made. First impressions are done. Now I have to go back tomorrow and see how many names I can remember. Michelle? Lindsey? Sara? Ummm...David?

I am SO not good with names.