Does anyone know what that's called? When you're not one week out from something happening, but one week past the turning point?
Well, whatever it's called, that's today. Today I have officially been in the office here one week.
So what has changed? Well, I'm standing on my own two feet for many interviews now. I can still ask questions of my peers, but I'm moving at my own pace now, and usually doing ok in Arabic. There's still a lot I haven't seen. But it no longer scares so much bajeezus out of me to imagine what I'll come across.
I also crossed a threshold with the laundry (and I'm surprised how quickly it happened). We have laundry machines on every floor here, and there's also the option to take your clothes to a central laundry to have them washed, pressed, dry-cleaned, or any combination thereof. The laundry room in our building is literally right next door, and yet, having been here a week, I've already caved and made a drop off. I'm still holding out with the belief that I'll still do the basics here in the machines, but for the things that get wrinkled??? Yeeeesh. How quickly the laziness instinct kicks in.
Let's see, other than that? Might be adjusting to the heat a little. Yesterday it was a full three degrees cooler and it felt like an altogether different climate. Still, they say the real heat is coming - and not for a couple more months.
After a week I still think about the daily risks my local colleagues take to come to and from work. I think about it every day. I think about it before I fall asleep at night. I'm snug, nearly like a bug, and they're out there navigating the city. There's brave, and then there's brave. Particularly bad days don't phase them as much, I've noticed.
After a week: I'm no longer such a novice, and still very much in awe of those around me.
Well, I'm really still a novice in many ways, just not in ALL ways here anymore...
Well, whatever it's called, that's today. Today I have officially been in the office here one week.
So what has changed? Well, I'm standing on my own two feet for many interviews now. I can still ask questions of my peers, but I'm moving at my own pace now, and usually doing ok in Arabic. There's still a lot I haven't seen. But it no longer scares so much bajeezus out of me to imagine what I'll come across.
I also crossed a threshold with the laundry (and I'm surprised how quickly it happened). We have laundry machines on every floor here, and there's also the option to take your clothes to a central laundry to have them washed, pressed, dry-cleaned, or any combination thereof. The laundry room in our building is literally right next door, and yet, having been here a week, I've already caved and made a drop off. I'm still holding out with the belief that I'll still do the basics here in the machines, but for the things that get wrinkled??? Yeeeesh. How quickly the laziness instinct kicks in.
Let's see, other than that? Might be adjusting to the heat a little. Yesterday it was a full three degrees cooler and it felt like an altogether different climate. Still, they say the real heat is coming - and not for a couple more months.
After a week I still think about the daily risks my local colleagues take to come to and from work. I think about it every day. I think about it before I fall asleep at night. I'm snug, nearly like a bug, and they're out there navigating the city. There's brave, and then there's brave. Particularly bad days don't phase them as much, I've noticed.
After a week: I'm no longer such a novice, and still very much in awe of those around me.
Well, I'm really still a novice in many ways, just not in ALL ways here anymore...
2 comments:
maybe "one week in" :-)
Funny, smartie-pants.
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