Starting All Over: Day 8

I have a one-on-one meeting with the Vice President for System Development or in the healthcare venacular . . . SysDev. The same Vice President that popped her head in my office one day, apologized for not greeting me sooner and welcomed me aboard. She's not like any vice president I've ever met. I bet the grin on my face was as wide as my laptop. Our one-on-one meeting is even better. She gives me an organizational chart and walks me through the entire chart. She points out names, divisions, duties, functions and even provides a little history. She gives me sage advice. I'll never forget it. "Call me anytime for advice," she says as we wrap up our meeting. Really? Really. Maybe I belong here after all.

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.