I started a new job recently, which, under normal circumstances, would be an exciting, overwhelming, and moderately stressful experience: full of first impressions, rounds of intros, opaque project codenames, fruitless snack-finding expeditions, and an unrelenting firehose of documents to read. It feels to me like a Silicon-Valley-infused version of a first day at school—sadly without the crisp bite of September in the air or the turning of the leaves that I grew up with in Massachusetts. I’m also just now realizing that, fittingly, all of the past three times I’ve started a new job have been in September.
The Room Where It Happens
The Room Where It Happens
The Room Where It Happens
I started a new job recently, which, under normal circumstances, would be an exciting, overwhelming, and moderately stressful experience: full of first impressions, rounds of intros, opaque project codenames, fruitless snack-finding expeditions, and an unrelenting firehose of documents to read. It feels to me like a Silicon-Valley-infused version of a first day at school—sadly without the crisp bite of September in the air or the turning of the leaves that I grew up with in Massachusetts. I’m also just now realizing that, fittingly, all of the past three times I’ve started a new job have been in September.