Zero Hour, Nine Ayem

Not too sure how an Elton John reference snuck in there, and it was actually 8.30 which was zero hour, but you get the drift of the meaning.  The first day of the rest of my life, employment wise at least.  One bus to the train station, and then the train to work - not quite the central city, but on the fringes.  Government department, so there should be some continuity there, but at the moment, meshing five different old departments together, and the powers that be still seem unsure of structure or staffing or other important things like that, so it is almost like a start up.  Which is very ungovernmental.

I was just a sponge in the office today, taking everything in, rather than getting on the phones and such straight away.  Monday should be early enough.  Had a shiver up my spine at being in a government department again - out of the four jobs I have listed on my resume (we don't count the bar work that I was rubbish at), two of them were government, two of them were private sector.  One of the latter of which used to be a government corporation, so it might as well have been public sector.

The acting boss said it was my governmental experience which gave me the edge over the other candidates.  Just a temp role for three months, but there is no reason why it can't be longer term, if I want it to be.  Mistress said yesterday that I should still keep an eye out for something that pays more.  Of course, I will take that on board as an Order.  She said it was nice I liked longevity in my jobs, but not to stay in the same place for an extended period of time, just for longevity's sake.

And, as opposed to when I was There, it was lovely to think that I could come home and talk to Mistress in person, rather than ring down the phone line from a continent away.  Was thinking this just as I was having a ham and cheese bagel for lunch.  Will go to the patisserie on the other side of the block on Monday, baguettes full of Nom in that direction.  Knights of Ni turn into Days of Nom.  Oh, that was a bad, bad stupid joke lol.  Perfect Python then lol.

And the staff seem a good mix.  From what I could see.  Although my particular section seems understaffed.  And they aren't even sure whether we need a team leader or the line of command skips to full on management.  Interesting times.

Sir asked yesterday whether I would still be able to do all the housework and stuff with a job.  Truth is, I have never had a job and come back to a full household before.  Well, apart from when living with the parents, and I always usually piked out of housework then.  So it will be a new experience.  And, as I was saying to Mistress earlier this evening, over There I was working but lazing around the apartment, and therefore only using fifty percent of my energy.  This way, over Here, I can use more of my energy, and maybe I won't burn out.  We will see, completely brand new situation.

But it will be fun working it out.

When I was talking to child two this morning as I was heading out the door to work, he advised me on where to get off the bus.  Showing interest, and being helpful, and as Mistress said later, he is a good kid.  Child one had a mental health day, and seemed happy enough for the majority of the day apparently, but Mistress didn't feel she had accomplished all that much.  After Mistress had picked me up (wearing one of my jackets, woot), she retreated to the bedroom to read.  She said to me to 'pull up a pew' next to her on the bed, which I did.  Just nice, quiet time with her, as we heard the children watching the television in the lounge.

Might not sound much, written down like that, but it totally totally is a big deal.  And then I topped off the day by buying pizza for dinner and wine for dessert lol.  Hey, I needed to celebrate my first day at work somehow.  When I was commuting home, I just had this huge surge of a feeling of achievement.  Being paid.  Helping out the household even more than I already was.  And, coming home to Mistress.  So, so very happy right this second...