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sum∙mer n. any period of growth, development, fulfillment, perfection, etc.

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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Day One ... In the Books

My first day of self-employment is officially recorded. At least, it's officially recorded in my laughable tracking spreadsheet I created in Numbers. I still haven't actually deposited any money from said self-employment.

But the day went really well. I spent most of the day at their offices, and everyone was so welcoming and helpful. People actually stopped by the cubicle I was sitting in and introduced themselves. Like, without incentive or provocation or any ulterior motive. Just to be... friendly.

It was a good day mentally, too. My biggest fear was that I would arrive and they'd give me a really, really cool task... that I had no idea how to do. Like, "go set up a petition drive in this area." Which sounds like something totally up my alley -- lots of moving parts, lots of logistics, lots of planning.

But I've never actually done one of those. Would I get a cheat sheet? Would there be tasks specifically assigned within the project? All I'd need was to see if once -- then I could take it from there. I just couldn't handle some ambiguous component of a campaign that I had no idea what to do with.

Luckily, I arrived on a day of a new project. A potential one, even, and was given the task of researching the issue and creating a team brief. SCORE! That, I can completely do.

I worked there for a few hours then treated myself to dinner at Proof...
Yummy roasted beet salad from Proof. Plus wine, of course.

And you really can't NOT get a cheese plate while at Proof... (notice how there isn't really anything left of the salad!)
... after all, I had EARNED IT, hadn't I?

3 comments:

Melissa said...

You DID earn it. Congrats! Wish I were there to join you for dinner.

Joe Bondi said...

don't ever eat a celebratory dinner with just your purse again. Call me.

JB

Maureen said...

Thanks, JB! In his defense, Mike arrived shortly after I took this picture. He had gone home after work to let the pooch out.