Starting a new job sometimes entails a new dresscode. My intership outfits were a bit on the layed back side, but my new gig requires a touch of business. Corporate dressing is not natural dressing for me, but here I have found some inspiration that I thought I’d share with you.
Today is the first day of my new job as marketing coordinator. I am scared. I feel like I have some how cheated my was into this job and now I don’t know what to do. It’s terrifying.
I haven’t switched jobs many times in my life, and this is the first job that is relevant to my education. My first grown up job. I need to stop doubting myself. I need to trust that they know what they were doing when they decided to hire me. The problem is that for the first time I want to succeed. That is what makes this feel all the more overwhelming. What have I got myself into?
I am so looking forward to decorating my new office. No matter what cubicle people tell you, and inspirational work space can do wonders for you creativity and well being.
What details do you love having at your work space?
Head spinning. Heart pounding. One more shot. One more line. Mouth running. Touch me. It’s Saturday night. And already regretting. Are you on my mind. Or is it the way you made me feel. All that time ago. One more shot. One more line. It’s Sunday morning. And I’m alone.
Take a bike ride
Eat brunch with friends
Attend an outdoor concert
Buy fresh flowers for my room
Start outdoor running again
Hang out in the park on Sundays
Sell my clothes at the market
I find myself longing for my own place. Having my own place must mean that I have grown up. Ascended into adult life. Not that I don’t love living with five other girls, having a massive room all to myself and low rent. But I am feeling the crushing pressure of supposedly being a grown up. With a grown up life. A grown up job. Grown up interests.
But me being me instead of doing anything about it I made a collage of inspiration for my fantasy grown up appartment.
the sun on my face
the sand between my toes
the sound of waves hitting the beach
the humid air
the bright colors
the fiery sunset
the careless days
I miss Bali