I am sorely tempted to tattoo my new salary onto the insides of my eyelids. That way, every time the temptation to put my head down on my (new) desk hits, I'll be reminded of why I took this job and that I do actually want to do well.
Two days in, I'm exhausted and overwhelmed. On top of it, yesterday we quite unexpectedly had to say goodbye to our pet of 20 years, Kermit the parrot. His kidneys had been failing him, but he had been doing better up until a few days ago, when it became clear he was going downhill. Michael took him to the vet and did the compassionate thing, and last night we all shed some tears over a hastily-dug hole in the woods behind our house.
So, whiplash. My final week at the old job was absolutely grueling, and I'm not quite done yet -- I committed to giving my successor a few Saturdays to get him oriented quickly. I wish someone had done the same for me in my new job. I've been thrown into the deep end with no floaties, and there is a lot to learn, not just about this company, but about areas of accounting and finance that will be totally new to me. But that's one of the reasons I took the job, right? Right.
Meanwhile, did I mention I'm tired? Getting up an hour-plus earlier than I'm used to is going to take some.... getting used to. So if I'm slow to answer emails or calls, please bear with me. I'm starting over and it's harder than I thought it would be....