This week I was reminded of what it feels like to be new on the job. After coming to consider my place of work as a sort of second home, it’s something of a shock to be the new one. The one who doesn’t know how everything works. The one who can’t seem to get a simple task done independently. The one who asks three times for directions to the same place and still manages to get lost. The one who doesn’t have any useful telephone numbers in her head. The one who doesn’t have a name badge yet and gets mistaken for the trainee. The one who introduces herself twice to the same person, because with so many new faces it’s hard to remember which ones you’ve already seen.

This past week has brought a lot of newness and uneasiness. But it has also brought a fresh look to things I thought I already knew and a different way of thinking and doing. And that can only be a good thing.

Amidst the newness of it all, the thing that stands out the most are the people who go out of their way to be helpful and who remain patient and cheerful, despite the tediousness of showing someone the ropes. I’m looking forward to paying it forward when I cease to be the newest member of the team.

Being new has some other more positive parts. My new walk to work is probably the nicest one I’ve ever had (quite aside from the fact that the last time I was able to walk to work was 8 years ago).

20140723-194939-71379718.jpgAnd as much as I will miss my old neighbourhood, the new one appears to be a place where fairytales come from (although the building below is sadly not ours).