Life is steadily returning to routine. Today is my second day of looking for work and Phil’s second day at the office.
Yesterday, Phil was a little shaken by the first day on the job. He made it to work, but was an hour late, which doesn’t exactly set you up for a good start at a new place. Apparently, sometimes Google Maps fails just as hard as Apple Maps. And the Welwyn Garden City Industrial Park puts the Richmond Business Park (only thing I can think of to compare) to shame as far as scale, roundabouts and, oddly, windmills.
Even though the company he’s working for is the same, it’s different people, a different position and a different corporate culture. Coming from Vancouver, we were shocked to hear that jeans were not permitted. I was picking the brains of my fellow barbecue goers for advice of what to wear on Day 1. They said, without hesitation, suit and no tie (but bring tie in pocket just in case). I could see panic arising from behind Phil’s eyes. A combination of annoyance that he had left the job where he could wear anything and frustration that he had put his dress shoes in the stuff still waiting to be shipped out from Vancouver. He rebels against putting on his dress clothes until the very last minute in the morning, so I can only imagine that a couple more months of this and dressing up for work will be getting very old. The company in the UK is also big – something like 900 employees here versus 30 in Vancouver. To be fair, the company is holed up in a much bigger company, and tries to be its own little defiant start-up amongst the big kahuna of corporate.
So after arriving an hour late, he then – sweaty hands and all from his speed walking laps through the industrial park – had to be introduced to everyone in the office. I think his adrenaline levels were shot at this point and the rest of the day passed in a stressed-out haze. He walked in the door after 8:00pm and downed a glass of red wine then basically passed out immediately.
So let’s hope today goes more smoothly!