As huzzah-ed last week, I started my new job last Monday. Busy and distracted, but I did get a bit of writing done. Nothing to write home about but it was good to get some thoughts out of my head and onto paper or screen.
I still have some mental detox to complete but I feel good. I don’t miss my previous job at all and in fact, the whole experience feels a bit unreal. When Friday afternoon rolled up, I felt I’d had a successful first week and realized…it had only been a week since my last day at Company X. It felt like months. I don’t know if that’s due to the dramatic decrease in stress or if I’ve emotionally unencumbered myself so thoroughly that the other place has receded that quickly in memory, but either way I’m ok with it.
Unlike the job I left to go to that place, I didn’t have any work friends. That’s not to say I had work enemies, unless you count their cumulative effect on my blood pressure. There’s only one person I’d like to maintain contact with, a couple that I won’t avoid but don’t have any strong desire to seek out, and a few that I genuinely prefer never to see again. That’s the beauty of working from home – it’s unlikely I’ll bump into anyone on the subway or the sidewalk.
This week was great and I work with pleasant, professional, well-organized, high-performing, high-integrity people, and I already feel useful. And that’s not terrible.