Thursday, October 19, 2006


Oh my stars.

Am I gonna fit in? Will I understand the computer systems? What will I have for lunch? What am I wearing? What will they have me do? Am I ready? Oh dear lord, please let me be ready.

Performing has nothing on first-day-on-the-job jitters.

In less than nine hours, I'll be walking through the door of my new yob. (Yes, "yob." If you haven't seen Fun With Dick & Jane, you're not down with the lingo.) I'm excited as I am nervous as I am anxious about how well I'll perform, how well I'll fit in.

I've wondered, pondered, imagined every possible scenario, felt butterflies in my stomach, prayed that I wake up on time, and bounced my right leg just as I do whenever I'm nervous.

And now, as I get ready to turn in for the night, the only thing I can think is...

I'll be just fine.

Posted by Veronica Marché at 12:40 AM | link

Read or Post a Comment

You certainly will be, because you've earned your spot, you've hustled, put in the work, the time, and the dedication, so you deserve it. We're all so proud of you V...Let's Get it!

Posted by Blogger Chris @ 9:31 AM, October 19, 2006 #

I think Chris did the Chicken Noodle Soup after typing that comment. Get em, V.

Posted by Blogger D. Sands @ 11:00 AM, October 19, 2006 #
<< Home

We'd Like to Know...

Our Favorites

Poynter Institute
Media News
Ask the Recruiter
About the Job
On The Media
Columbia Journalism Review
Howard Kurtz's Media Notes
Eric Deggans
E-Media Tidbits