New job: the metaphor

Good morning. I trust you're all back at your desks and blearily facing another business day. Me, I've still got an hour or so.

My new job is an old-fashioned train at the station, spitting steam and chugging, wheels spinning, in an effort to get traction and start the whole heavy load inching along the track.

What will make the train move faster is knowledge. What will slow the train is the fact that we new people must find almost every scrap of knowledge for ourselves before we can move forward even an inch. Tasks are like a scavenger hunt that way, because we don't know what we don't know, if you get me. Frustrating. I mean, yes, yes, I know I'm an analyst and I will figure things out, but seriously - have these people never heard of an orientation?

And yes, I speak to my supervisor every day, so it's not that I'm my usual passive-aggressive self about a foreign place, thank you darling. She says she knows it's slow-going, but she anticipated that it would be. So I guess this is life; I'm officially sucking it up these days.

The pathologically cheerful woman I described earlier did, in fact, calm down substantially after the first day, and turns out to be an interesting companion. We have a pact to share all that we scavenge.

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