I am fixed, cured and free of disease, thanks to the Boy Wonder.

And as I sit here contemplating the beginning of my fourth week at my new job, I wonder if I’m still seen as the new girl.

I sussed out the toilets and the kitchen on the first day so now I can make cups of tea to my heart’s content, and then relieve myself after (sorry, too much information). I’ve memorised the code for the photocopier and the stationery cupboard. I’ve even finally managed to figure out how to adjust my chair.

But I’m not yet brave enough to choose a CD on the team stereo. Oh no. Little steps, little steps.

My friend Bassface sent me an e-mail advising me on the New Girl rules - Don't try and be funny, don't kiss ass, be quiet, polite and confident. Bingo bango. But God it’s exhausting being the new girl. And yes I know that when you’re new you have hardly any work to do for the first few weeks, but the tiredness comes from not being the ‘real you’, from being on your best behaviour and working out which parts of your humour you should leave at home every day.

But as much as I was worried that perhaps leaving my old job may have been a huge mistake, I think I’m getting somewhere. I got myself in favour with my boss by subtly taking some work off his hands, ingratiated myself with my peers by making them tea and taking an interest in their lives, I have remained polite and quietly confident and although I’ve had to pull a few late nights already I think that in due time I will know my shit inside and out, and maybe, just maybe, things will be just fine.

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