Monday morning. 8:30. I'm sitting in my car trying to disarm the ticking time bomb in my stomach. Resting my forehead on the steering wheel, I let out a long sigh. You can do this Ryleigh. First days are always the roughest. Take slow breaths, and think soothing thoughts. It's only an office full of people you've never met. This is where you shine. Meeting new people with graceful ease is your strong point. Slow breaths, and soothing thoughts.

I knock back the rest of my green tea in one swallow, and start my journey to the front door. Head up, check. Shoulders back, check. Playful, all knowing smile, check. Confidence or some fake semblance of, check. Long, powerful, deliberate stride, check. Clickity-clack of pretentious bitch boots, check.

I made it to meet The Boss and all my new co-workers without any serious mishaps, like tripping over shit, not keeping my potty mouth in check, or just making an ass out of myself in general.

8 hours, 529 yawns and 5 attention grabbing-shiny-things later, it was time to go home. I survived the first day, what the hell was I so nervous about?

Tuesday. 7:30. Equipped with one gifuckingnormous mug of green tea. I will not, NOT be tired today! *yawn*

Wednesday.*yawn* Purple Victoria Secret pant worn. Purple pants! Purple pants! Purple Pants! I totally rocked the purple pants.
New pet peeves discovered: *yawn*
1. I do NOT appreciate a warm toilet seat.
2. When someone says "It's very case sensitive." Seriously? How is something very case sensitive? That's like saying, "Water is very wet."
purplepantspurplepantspurplepantspurplepants!!!!!

Oh and... margaritas weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Thursday. 5:30 a.m. The discovery that my little trendy oriental market sold me caffeine free green tea. Choked down three cups of extremely sweet coffee, and.... zooooooooooooooooooooom.
Three things that my computer says to make me cringe:
1. User name/password incorrect (that caps lock key is a sneaky little booger)
2. This web page cannot be displayed
3. ..... and something else equally as aggravating.

Friday. Eavesdropped on my supervisors phone conversation where she proceeded to rave about how "impressed" she is with me.
Figured out I do not like any sort of "chain of command." If there's a problem, I want to fix it.. not tell my supervisor, then she alerts her supervisor, who contacts the IT department, and then they contact someone else who can provide a solution. Yes, I totally have the "I'll do it myself" mentality.

Overall the week went well. I spent a good portion of time unraveling the twisted web of office dynamics. There's so much estrogen brewing in that place, I think my boobs got bigger. Everyone is extremely sweet, cheerful, and generally fun loving ladies. (There is not one man in my office) One role does seem to be missing, a role that was made for me, and a role that I know I can fill with out a shadow of a doubt... The role of the office bitch.