We started business early for a Monday. We met for a breakfast meeting at Rudy’s at 10 a.m. It is normally a requirement that the work week begins at 12 p.m. on Mondays. No exceptions. Except for today because it’s a busy week as we’re going to try to launch the website by Friday.
On Friday it is also a requirement that no one stays in the office past 2 p.m. Days other than Monday start at 10 a.m. I have a vested interest in the company and an awesome glass desk that looks out into my boss’s huge back yard with trees through three huge windows.
It was hard starting a new job today. I had a break down just before arriving at the breakfast meeting. I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to call Dad tonight to tell him about my first day at the office.
In the moments before I decided to take this job, I looked to the sky and asked Dad what he thought I should do. I seriously thought I would be given a sign. Maybe a clap of thunder, a bird chirp as it flew by, a bug landing in my eye. I didn’t get anything. I attribute that do Dad standing by and watching me make my own decision.
I feel like I made the right decision.