Changing ’stuff’
As all of you probably know I am now changing diapers. Addie is now 13 days old and I’ve already forgotten what life was like without her. I haven’t written anything in a while because I have felt a lot of conflicting emotions. Not about being a dad, I’m quite alright with that, but about my new job which I start in 2 weeks. I’ve told some people about it but not many. It just seems anti-climatic. You know,
Me: “Here. Meet our baby. Her name is Addison. And I just got a new job.”
Them: “Ahh… she’s so cute.”
Me: “Yes she is.”
Anyway, I feel guilty about leaving my current job, as I’ve worked there (in one position or another) for more than a quarter of my life. That’s a scary thought. I’ve also never had any other “professional” job, so I’m not completely confident in succeeding at my new position. It can’t be that hard, right? So basically, I’m feeling excited, worried, confident, guilty, and extremely relieved.
As for what I’ll be doing at the new job… I’m not entirely sure. I was given a very thorough job description which looks like I could end up doing anything or everything related to (1) the university Help Desk for 25% of my time, and (2) system accounts management for 75% of my time. The organization seems much more structured and relaxed, which after the “do whatever the fuck you want” and “do more with less” mentality of my current job, is very welcome. We’ll see.
P.S. If there are grammar snafus, please blame Addison who is squirming away on my lap.
P.P.S. Professional is in quotes, because work feels more like a circus than an office. And after seeing how many “adults” work together, I’m starting to believe that professional is a label (or compliment) you can give to a person and not a profession.