Well, I passed my training. Aced it, actually. (And I wish acing something gave me the oomph of confidence you'd think it would.)
Today, I started work doing real time transcription for deaf and hard of hearing students.
|Yeah. That's pretty much what it looks like. (Image via Flickr)|
This is an entirely new area of work for me. I've been wanting to break into transcription for a while, having done some of it during my old job, but real time transcription wasn't something that entered my head until I saw the job advertisement.
I enjoyed the training. I enjoy the challenge of learning something new and forcing myself to get better at it.
And after all these years, you'd think I'd have forced myself to get better at first days.
But, no. Despite all the practice I've had with "first days," from the many moves I made as a military brat, to the challenge of each new school year and each new job, first days still make me feel like the most socially inept person in the world.
Though I've come to realize, the little voice calling me out on things that no one else noticed (probably) is that same little voice that likes to nitpick the hell out of my writing. Yes. My Inner Critic (IC) knows no bounds.
I'm resolving to not let it bother me.
And I'm sure by the time I go back to work on Wednesday, I'll have a whole host of new things for my IC to pick at and my first day will be but a brief moment in the past.
Do your first days engage your inner critic? How do you deal with it?