Today marked the the start of a new job. A new chapter in my slash/mom life. I can't dish details (yet), but it has me in a tailspin of excitement. (And Maya's Mom peeps, no worries. I'll still be conjuring up wicked featured journal topics and challenges for you.)
While I will continue to work from home, I had to attend a new employee orientation this morning -- something I haven't done in nearly seven years. In my pre-kid days. Back then, I arrived to a new employee orientation in a newly purchased red leather jacket from Florence, new shoes from Siena, and fresh off the plane from a two-week romantic vacation in Tuscany.
This time, I still had the digme attire. That casual-writer-style look with my geeked out glasses. I was trying to play it cool. Polished, professional yet my independent, freelance self. But I had a diaper in my purse. Q. crumbs on my sweater that remained unnoticed until mid-way through the morning. And dog drool on my pant leg.
I stood in line waiting to get the employee badge I will rarely have to use. About 15 people stood behind me. I checked my email on my iPhone and dropped it back in my purse. And then I heard the faint sound of music. A ringtone? No.
I pulled out my iPhone and realized that somehow I accidentally brushed the screen and turned on the iPod component. I frantically tried to turn off the sound as Andy Z's voice boomed: "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!"
"It's for my sons," I explained with my embarrassed giggle. "Andy Z....kid's tunes."
Everyone laughed and we continued our wait. A few minutes later, the young, 20-something gentleman behind me began whistling. The tune? Uh huh. You guessed right.
"I'm so sorry. You're going to have that song stuck in your head all day."
"It could be worse," he answered and continued to whistle.
He was right. It could have been the Wonderpets.
