First day of real life?

[davidn]

Today was the first day of having a paid job in America, and indeed the first one since leaving university. My first day at - wait for it - WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYcan (ref. kingradix, who I have no doubt will count the "Y"s) consisted of installing a heap of software on the laptop that I'll be using.

It was meant to be more than that, but Eclipse provided the sticking point in the middle because I had forgotten how awkward it was to set up. It took three of us gathered round the computer to work out what it meant by helpful messages like "Cannot find framework" and "An error has occurred. I won't say what it is. Memorize this handy twelve-digit number, go to the log files and work it out for yourself."

One thing I noticed about the office is that on the fridge, there's a large warning sign showing a red X across some toddlers crawling into a left-open fridge door. Someone has stuck a Post-it note to it saying "Do not use the office fridge to store children." I think I'm going to like it there.

The journey is an hour on the Boston subway system either way, which feels like a lot but will be something I get used to. I'm not sure why I'm quite so exhausted at the moment, as the day consisted of pretty much what I do every day anyway.

Comments

[diarytypething.livejournal.com]

Commuting isn't that bad when you get used to it - it's a great opportunity to just sit and read for a certain amount of time every day. My bus journey to work takes between 30 and 45 minutes depending on the traffic and taking a good book means that I almost look forward to it some of the time. It probably helps that I get really absorbed in books, and this stops me from noticing the generalised freak show that is the other people on public transport, but then there are people who would prefer to watch that instead. The other week there was a very sociable drunk guy who managed to clear out most of the bottom deck of a bus in about two or three stops just by sitting next to people and talking to them.

[plette.livejournal.com]

My commute to the law firm in the summer is an hour on the subway. MP3 player + good book = enjoyable commute.

[thackary.livejournal.com]

I think I'd like our works fridge to have such a sign. I might make one, and then stick a post it note next to it.

You're probably exhausted because although you're doing the same thing, you're doing it in a different place. Not sure why that would make anyone tired, but it somehow seems to.
Either that or you've got the lurgy.