I'm having a hard time being incompetent. Todd will say I'm not "incompetent", just "new". But it sure feels incompetent.
It has been brought to my attention at work that I'm not all that and a bag of chips, like I thought I was. Apparently typos are frowned upon. Really? Oh, but who has crackers and granola bars and pretzels in their desk drawer when Super Boss comes out of his office at 3pm every day asking anyone and everyone, "Do you have any food? I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
Maybe I'm rushing. I think I want to produce material so quickly to show I'm "on it" that I haven't been proofreading my stuff very well. Three dollars per feet? Really? Come on, Rae-rae! You know better than that!
So, it's not just assumed anymore that I'm the shit. Go figure. I have to prove myself. It's been a long time since I've had to prove myself. I am good. Can't you just take my word for it?
No. Not when I type "300,00.0" That's just wicked stupid.
I feel like I'm starting alllll over again. Granted, I *am* starting over, in a new job with new people, but this is a whole new ballgame for me.
For example, I am no longer the young, cute, funny girl in the office that talks about dating and her soap opera life and clubbing on the weekends. No, that's another girl now. A 23 year old tall, skinny, blond whose actually really nice and was really great at teaching me InDesign. Crap.
I am now the 36 year old married woman with two teenagers who can't stay awake past 10pm. I wear blouses that hide my belly, I keep tissues with me at all times, I'm the one who has Tums, tweezers and band aids in her desk. I'm the mom. I'm the old lady.
It's true. I found out today that I am the oldest of the administrative team. Fantastic.
Not only am I in a completely new business, I'm in a completely new roll. I was not prepared for this new roll. It's weird.
Anywho, that's what's been up with me lately. I've been adjusting to my new place in the world. Sorry I've been out of touch.