Starting All Over: Day 8

My first Corporate Communications Team meeting. Now I know the meaning of "nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof." Boy, I'm old. Who says that anymore? Everyone around the table introduces themselves and provides background on job functions and little personal tidbits thrown in for good measure. What is her name, again? I am drowning . . . going down fast. What did he say he does? What am I supposed to do? Please tell me. Everyone is so polished . . . so together. They know their jobs and what they're supposed to do each and every day. I envy them. I mention my 30-year-old suit and something about my new colleagues not knowing how old it was. That is not what I wanted to say. Where is the training manual for this gig? I wonder if I ran very fast, would anyone miss me? As slow as I jog, someone would catch me before I made it to the parking lot. It's going to be a very long day.