My train leaves for downtown at 6:30AM. Yesterday, I woke up at 6:57AM. On my second day of work. My devastation: Utter and Complete.
What did I do? I swore, jumped out of bed and got ready and into my car within 3 minutes. Then I continued as if it were any other day. Because the truth is, there was nothing else I could do. I couldn't make the train go any faster. I couldn't push past everyone else on the subway. Getting upset and panicing wasn't going to help me go back in time and set my alarm for 5am instead of 5pm. I just had to deal with it.
(Okay, I thought I might burst into tears when I got to Union station at 8:30, half an hour after I'm supposed to be at work, but I soldiered through it)
It was a good lesson for me. After worrying so much about making mistakes (see Monday's post), I made a Huge and Glaring one, and it wasn't the end of the world. Yes, I felt really stupid, and yes, I still flush when I think about it, but no one died, and now I will never make that mistake again.
In related news, the people at my new job are really, really nice.
Some other observations:
It has taken me a grand total of two days to give up on style and abandon my Longchamp for a backpack. I am just carrying way too much stuff from one place to the other.
Ditto for heels vs. Uggs.
People are surprisingly courteous during rush hour in the subway. I'm trying to return the favour by smiling more, holding doors, and thanking people for their kindness.
Food and coffee have become 1000 times more important now that I'm in training from 8-5 every day. Without food, I am cranky, cold, and tired. With coffee, I am friendly, outgoing, focused and so, so much happier. I missed breakfast this morning, and I'm sure everyone could tell the difference in my mood before/after lunch.
It is shocking to me how much warmer it feels in Toronto than Ottawa. Maybe it's just warmer in both places, but I am really enjoying not having to wear Sorels/my Canada Goose jacket every day.
I have zero energy when I get home from work. I keep thinking "I'm going to write/answer emails/paint my nails/do something productive when I get home". Instead, I put on sweatpants and lie on the couch. It's tres pathetic.
I've also been super lame at keeping up with other blogs, but I really appreciate the comments I get on here. They make me smile during the day, so thank you :)