The office smells like a pier.
I got a paper cut on the first day.
I immediately had to buy a variety of snacks to have stashed in my desk.
I miss having a coffee shop in the lobby of the building. On the other hand, my office is virtually on the beach.
The name of the organization that I work for is so long that I have to take a deep breath and think about it before I answer the phone for fear that I'll mess it up.
The amount of time I spend on personal grooming has gone way up. No more spending the day in my pajamas or without brushing my hair.
It's Sunday night, and I don't feel a sense of dread.
That last point (no sense of dread on a Sunday night) is particularly awesome.
Posted by: Country Mouse | 24 June 2007 at 09:18 PM
No sense of dread on a Sunday night? Yup, you're in the right place.
Posted by: Kimberly | 24 June 2007 at 10:45 PM
Sounds like the first week went well (well, except for the paper cut) - and I agree, good last point.
Posted by: jeanie | 25 June 2007 at 12:32 AM
Ah, good old Dread. What will you do without him?
Hope this week goes even better, w/o cuts of any kind.
Posted by: Phil | 25 June 2007 at 09:42 AM