My Co-Workers Think I'm A Snot

I started my new job on Monday. Actually, I went in for a couple of hours on Friday so the current assistant could show me around. However, my official first full day was Monday.

I like the job so far. Everyone is very nice and helpful, and it seems like a relaxed place to work. However, in the two days I've been there, I've had a few "oh good lord" moments.

Monday morning I had orientation. As my desk is on the first floor and I needed to go to the third floor, I decided to take the stairs. As I ascsended the second flight, I saw a door, but no more stairs. Oh. Crap. We don't have offices on the second floor, so I had a brief moment of panic that the stairwell door was locked. Much to my relief, it wasn't. I looked around but I couldn't find the stairwell for the rest of the floors, so I ended up taking the elevator anyway. Only I could screw up taking the stairs.

Once I returned safely to my desk, I began working on a project. As I was busily typing away, looking all kinds of efficient and professional, I crossed my ankles under my desk and my monitor went dark. I had managed to kick the power strip switch into the off position. Well. Damn. As I scrounged under my desk to turn it back on and to move it to a safe position, I heard footsteps and figured someone was coming to my desk to say welcome. As I emerged (praying I wouldn't bonk my head underneath my desk) I hit my chair and it rolled backward into the nice young man who had indeed stopped by to say hello. However, it was his last day so I don't have to avert my eyes in shame if I pass him in the hallway.

The rest of Monday went smoothly, except for the horrible awful no good very bad traffic and pouring rain that I endured on my way home. We shall not speak of it anymore.

Today, I went out for lunch, and when I returned I decided to park in the parking garage, as there was a chance of rain again this afternoon. I had to park down a level and way in the back in the common folk spots. I decided to take the stairs up to the street level, to try to make up for yesterday's failure (and to offset the bag of Qdoba in my hand). I quickly jogged up the parking garage steps, feeling all virtuous and healthy, crossed the parking lot, opened the building doors and strode through the lobby like I belonged there. Then I realized that someone had brought in potted plants and also stolen the the office door while I was at lunch. Upon closer inspection, I was in the wrong building. Oh. Good. Gawd. So, I strode through the lobby like I belonged somewhere else and crossed the parking lot to my building.

As for being a snot, I've had a cold, or allergies, or swine flu since Sunday night and have gone through an entire box of tissues. I am courteous enought to sneeze three or four times as a warning before I'm going to be blowing my nose. I do have some lovely Nectarine Mint hand santizer from Bath and Body Works that I slather all over my hands. That's all I need - to infect our CEO.

So, here is hoping that tomorrow I don't get lost, turn off my computer, run over someone with my chair, or pass my germs around the office.