
First day of new job. Brain hurts a lot and I am horribly aware that I'm back at the consciously incompetent stage of working once again. It makes me feel slightly better that I was equally confused by pensions back in October, but I still hate being the new girl and not knowing anyone or anything about what I'm supposed to be doing. It didn't help that I got rather drunk last night at leaving do #1 and forgot to eat dinner (or rather the garage closed before I managed to figure out what I wanted to eat). Not the best start. This evening I thought I'd unwind by going to the gym, where I somehow ended up in an aerobics class with a demonic gym instructor. I wasn't very good, but since the chances of me ever getting very good are slim, I have decided that when it comes to aerobics at least I am quite happy being stuck at the unconsiously incompetent stage. I will hurl myself around the studio like a crazed giraffe to my heart's content and it shall be beauteous.