Your first day at work

If I have to recount my various first day at work at each of the organizations I've worked, I must confess it was a day I will look back at and laugh uncontrollably.

What happened?
Having to travel from one state to another, wake up early to avoid getting late to work and more especially knowing where to enter the bus to the office was part of it. Where I stayed was directly opposite a mosque, and you can hear their typical loud call for prayer, I think something has to be done about these noise pollution from our religious centers. So definitely no need for alarm bells to wake me up at 5 o' clock in the morning.

While still deep in my sleep in the early hours, an uninvited, unexpected alarm welcomed me to the day. I was terribly disgusted! I tried to sleep back but it won't be. The alarm won't stop and my eyes won't close. I starred at the ceiling wondering for how long I will have to cope with this.

Grudgingly stood up from the bed, made preparations for the day, I remember there was no light......I thought....this is it!

The question is: what is it about first days at work? what happens to us on the first day?

Many things happen and can happen on a first day at work. Under your breath you pray nothing embarrassing happens, you ……am sure you know what am talking about…..even if your voice is a little bit croaky, baba blue is there to the rescue. (Lols)

I don't know of anyone that got late to work on the first day, but I know Mr Bean can. For crying out loud……you don’t want your name on the late comers register, so you’ll probably be the first to arrive at work.

Everyone is smiling and welcoming you though it won't be like that always, you enjoy the attention while you become the obedient servant. You want to create a lasting impression on your first day. I know it because I have been there.

One lasting, you want to know the good, the bad and the ugly and when the day’s over, it's a tale waiting to be told.

Our first day at work nervousness is real, we may want to hide it but then we all experience it.

How was your first day at work? Please share your thoughts below.

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