So, I just finished my third day at the Outlook.
I am exhausted. More tired than I have been since last semester, for sure, but I am not even trying to do as much stuff. It is a combination of getting up at 6:30 a.m. every day (something I am really not used to) and the excitement/stress that comes with starting a new job and moving.
On Monday, I worked at 11-hour day. It made me feel right at home.
It was a pretty busy day. No “Welcome aboard” luncheon or anything. I laid out six pages and proofed more. All while trying to learn everything about my new home that I could. There are so many design things that happened at the egreen that they just don’t do here. Or they do them differently. So trying to learn new rules while forgetting the old ones is proving to be a bit of a challenge.
Another different thing: I have an office. This is exceptionally exciting in itself because I have never had an office before. But I am used to a newsroom sort of atmosphere. Where you can see everyone you work with and there is a big cloud of ideas, ridicule, jokes and tips floating around all the time. This sort of happens here, as people yell out of their open doors, but it is just not the same.
Even if we were all seated in one big room, however, it wouldn’t be the same. There are only 6 people who work at the paper. The publisher, the editor, the office manager, the designer, the sales manager and me. The hustle and bustle of reporters running around and editors venting frustrations to each other are in my past, and perhaps my future, but not my present.
Also, on Monday, everyone kept apologizing to me about how crazy it was and asking me to please be patient. All I could think was “this is what crazy is?” No one was even crying!!
There are definitely things I miss from my days at the evergreen. I can’t go into Rikki‘s office, shut the door and complain when my day is going horrible. There isn’t anyone at my office who I would even think about doing this with now. Maybe that will come later. Maybe I will just call Rikki even though she will not know anyone I am complaining about. I don’t have angry/sarcastic/funny facebook and text conversations with Jeff while sitting next to him. I realize I can still talk to him, and I do, just the whole talking-over-the-internets-while-you-are-in-the-same-room-thing is better.
Don’t get me started on how much I miss Janel, Jenny and Morgan.
But all in all, this is a wonderfully pleasant experience. I think I am really going to enjoy it.
I would enjoy it more if people came to visit me.