It’s 11.17pm now and I’m feeling nervous about my first day at work tomorrow. I haven’t had that many first days in my life and I actually embraced some of them – I am pretty certain that kindergarten and primary school were a breeze. But first days get more difficult as I get older. Secondary school, junior college, university, work and then the first day at my university in London as the only Chinese in the department, those days were scary.
Right now, I’m sitting on the floor thinking…
Will my colleagues like me?
Will I like them?
Oh gosh, what if they hate me? What if I hate them?
Can I cope with the job? Damn, this is too new and I don’t think I can.
What if I don’t like the job? What am I going to do?
Then, M catches wind of my unspoken worries, picks me up from the floor and gives me a big hug. He tells me that he will be by my side, no matter what.
I think I will be okay, won’t I?