One-year workiversary!

Want to feel old and marvel at how quickly time passes?

Yesterday marked one year at my new job. Which I suppose isn’t new anymore.

When most of my TNP coworkers found out (by my chirping “Today’s my anniversary!” — I keep track of these things) they mostly marveled that it seems like I’ve been there longer than a year.

Which either means:

  • I am such an integral part of the workplace that they can’t imagine life without me; or
  • I am like a lingering cough that never goes away.

  • I choose to believe the first.

    When I started, I fully expected to be fired in three months because of old dogs/new tricks syndrome. So I pledged that I would only bring in so much of my own stuff that I could take out in one bag.

    I can't help myself.

    I can’t help myself.

    FAIL.

    It’s all still really new to me and I still feel like I have mountains of things to learn. But I have a great team and everyone there is wicked-smart and vibrant.

    BUT…I now know which doors/stairwells take me to the desired entrances/exists of both the PATCO train and the subway system that I take. I learned how to get into Center City and back within the course of one hour and three minutes. (Goal for this year: get that to 59 minutes.) I also worked our TNP booth at two meetings (not in the job description but fun, nonetheless). Do you know what PivotTables are? I do now.

    It’s been a great year at TNP — I think I’ll re-up for another. If they keep me. Oh, please don’t let me get fired this year!

    I’d have written this up last night, but it’s butt-cold here and I spent the evening huddled under quilts in the living room while our heaters roared. (Electricity is included in our rent here at the dee-luxe apartment in the sky!)

    3 Comments

    • Yay! Congrats! I know exactly what you mean about time flying, too. We had a new person start yesterday she was told that I’d “been there a long time” which will be 3 years in October. Pretty strange.

      As far as decorating goes I’ve yet to get out of hand. Being a contractor, we could be eliminated at any moment and I’ve seen it. I’d prefer to travel light when the time comes…

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