New Job.

Today was day 1 at my new part-time job. Ew, I don't like that word. "Job." It sounds permanent and doomed. How about "gig?" Yeah. Part-time gig. I'm so incredibly  p o o p e d  that I don't know if I can do anything at all--let alone write in my blog. But I must! I must. I cannot forfeit these feelings to the lure of sleep. Gaga told me so. Do I already sound delirious? Wow, I'm rambling. On C12UX. I never ramble on C12UX. I only ramble in useless emails to Elizabeth. I must really be tired. Well, duh I'm tired. I had a nose bleed today.


This time last year, I had acquired a position at Hyatt Hotels. On the very first day, after vacuuming a ballroom, setting up seats in perfect rows for a ridiculous number of people (I'm talking thousands [seriosuly]), and staying up on my feet for eight hours, I vividly remember thinking "holy crap, what the hell did I get myself into?" It was perhaps one of the most ominous feelings I've ever felt. True to my horror, I spent 6 missssssssssssssserable months there. To this day, I still cannot believe I made it through.

Today, at my new job (which I'm obviously unwilling to specify), there was a brief moment where I thought to myself "Oh no. Am I screwed again?" I forgot that by stepping foot into the building, I was committing myself to months and months of potential misery. It terrified me. Was I again in for months of purgatory? I proceeded to mechanistically rearrange my station, petrified.

But you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? I remembered something my pastor told me:

to find the fit, you must be willing to take a hit.

That is, to get to my future position that God meant for me to have.. the one where I fit like a glove.. the one where I become one of those annoying people in the NY Times who say "my job isn't work. It's my passion..." In order to get there, I must be willing to take a hit. To be on my feet for eight hours. To deal with morons who don't know how to put back what they've touched. And not just be willing, but be OK with it. Why? Because I know it's temporary. Because I know it's not forever, and it will help me get to my fit.

So now I'm home, making some quinoa for dinner. Exhausted, but open minded.

Plus........ I'm head over heels for my boss ;)

, Henry