I wanted change and change I have been granted. With this new position I've been assigned to at work, I was, as expected, met with a few adjustments: unfamiliar tasks, different work schedules, and of course, a fresh set of teammates. But I survived the first week alive. Hurrah! I started the second week with a monthly meeting where we had a mini welcome party for me and Ja (a colleague who joined in just a month before me).
|New team in black | Previous team in 70's theme (photo by Elise)|
There is really nothing I can complain about now. I mean, I can if I want to but there will come a time when you just stop; it gets exhausting, if you do it long enough. I was scared at first to a point where I'd be glad if I didn't get accepted because acceptance would mean stepping out of the comfort zone. But I also wanted to break free from the routine. I was propelled by something I read in passing, about how a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor. "A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for." - Grace Hopper
I'm writing this now because my body clock is fcuked up by being in the graveyard shift again. Hey its the first of November! And I have a lot of things to look forward to, what a relief!
|Photos from Ms. Reggie's cam|