11 Things I Learned in my First Month of Work

I’ve lasted a whole month in my new job – it feels like I’ve been there ages (in a good way!). I’ve had jobs before but this is perhaps my first ‘proper’ job, and I’ve learned a fair few things over the past few weeks…

Extreme tiredness is a real thing, especially after the first day/week of work. After my first day of work, I got home and couldn’t even speak. My housemate laughed at me because I got in and had forgotten how to use words. That first weekend, I think I just slept… But as I’ve settled into the role more, the tiredness has settled down.

Tea is an essential. At least in my job! When I started work 4 weeks ago, I couldn’t stand tea. Now I happily drink it (well, green tea, anyway). I think it’s an important part of my job… and of being a Yorkshire person (I’m still working on liking Yorkshire Tea).

Work-life balance is super important. Nobody can work full pelt all the time. It can be really, really hard not to check work emails when at home – but it’s important to keep work and home life separate. Having time to relax on an evening helps me do a better job when I’m at work. Nobody works at their best when they’re frazzled.

Not a lot happens on Facebook day-to-day. Over my time not working I got in a reeeeeally bad habit of checking my Facebook all the time. It was almost like a nervous twitch, and a bit of an anxiety comfort blanket. But actually, very little happens on social media between 9 and 5, and things don’t need an immediate response. It’s quite refreshing to realise that.

Moving on from that… I’ve become really bad at replying to texts. I get in, leave my phone in my bag, don’t check it until bed, think I’ll reply in the morning, don’t, go to work and leave my phone in my bag… and the cycle continues. So I’d like to apologise for all of those people who I’ve been accidentally ignoring!

Health professionals are human. They really are. I’ve always seen health professionals as these sort of professional people who are kind of angels and glide down corridors. Turns out, that’s not true. Health professionals are just humans like anyone else – humans with families and friends, humans who like the odd drink (or five) on a weekend, humans with lives outside of work.

Nobody has it ‘all together’. You know you look at ‘adults’ (I mean, I’m technically an adult, but I’m talking about adultier adults), and they look like they have it all together because they’re married with a job, a house, some children and the odd pet? Yeah… the ‘all togetherness’ is an illusion. They’re also wandering through life, hoping that whatever they’re doing is ‘right’, trying to make sure they don’t scar the children for life, the house remains in one piece, the pets don’t die of starvation, and they actually see their other half every now and again. I have a huge amount of respect for many of the ‘adults’ I’ve encountered over the past few weeks because they all seem to be doing a pretty sterling job, but none of them are floating through life without a care or worry in the world.

Everybody has insecurities. I mean everyone. And most people’s insecurities are on really similar things – appearance, achievements, job performance, family worries, physical fitness, etc. I have often looked up at people and literally thought they have it all, and have nothing to worry about – but they do worry, just like anyone else. I think it’s part of being a human being.

Tax is sad (until you remember that it pays for wonderful things like the NHS/Police/Fire People, and then it’s not so sad), and pay slips are reeeeeally confusing. I had three incomes this month and it’s very confusing trying to work out pay slips and invoices and tax codes and things. I had a long conversation with my Dad about it the other day and I’m not sure I’m any less confused, but the overriding message seems to be ‘put everything in a file’. So getting a file is something I need to do (and then I’ll probably decorate it with stickers or something so it’s less scary).

You can fit a lot in a day. I have discovered that there is a 7:30 in the morning as well as at night. What a revelation! New hours have appeared in my life (granted they’re often spent parked firmly in front of ‘Come Dine With Me’ reruns, faffing about with something crafty or the odd blog), but they are new hours all the same.

Early nights are a beautiful thing. Going to bed at midnight now seems such a stretch, and leaves me feeling like crap the next day. 10:30pm (or earlier!) bedtimes are possible, and they do help with how I feel the next day. It can feel very boring, but I am yet to miss out on too much. Sometimes I have an even earlier night, and it’s always very exciting when that happens!



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