I've officially been at new job for just over two months now. Things are going well. I like the people I work with and I'm starting to find my way around--both literally and figuratively. I'm no longer getting lost on my way back to my car (but still sometimes on my way to different conference rooms around the building) and my job tasks are becoming more clear. But it's still hard. I still have no idea what I'm doing a good chunk of the time and I definitely miss my friends at Insurance.
Speaking of Insurance, I had lunch with the old crew a couple of weeks ago. I told them about some of the little things that are different about my new job.
Me: They have a lunch room, but no plates or utensils like they do here.
Them: So what do you do when you bring lunch from home?
Me: Well, you bring your own utensils. Which is fine. Unless you forget. Which I do.
Them: Hmm.
The next week, one of my Insurance friends came to lunch at my office. We ate in the break room.
Friend: [Dumping a pile of the plastic on the table] I brought you some utensils.
Me: Thank you.
We left the utensils on the table while we went to the microwave. When we came back, an unfamiliar coworker was waiting for us.
Coworker: Uh, hi. Um, I brought clam chowder for lunch today. But I...I...didn't bring a spoon.
Me: Do you need a spoon, my friend?
Coworker: Yes, please. Thank you. Thank you.
New job. Things are different.
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