Very rarely are things as bad as you predict them to be. For the past week a certain someone has been freaking out big time about starting a new job. A job that will only run for three weeks. A meager 21 days. To the point at which she’s had enough kittens to fill a cattery several times over. Fluctuating between being snappy at everyone/thing, mega-hyper and sitting listlessly on the couch morosely contemplating her ‘bad decision’, this certain someone hasn’t exactly been bundles of fun. However, as most first-days tend to prove, over-thinking is never helpful – it often leads to negativity and catastrophising. You see, the job really wasn’t all that bad. Yes it was a 10 hour shift, yes the only time one sat down was to go to the bathroom twice (over-sharing? Ah well), yes one has a blister forming from cutting so many vegetables/chicken/herbs etc. And yes one has a nasty burn on her forearm (the customary welcome-back-to-the-commercial-kitchen present), but all-in-all the shift was fine. Quite fun actually. My oh my, who would have guessed? Continue reading
