Today I put on my warpaint (a.k.a. makeup) and armor (a.k.a. business suit) to go into battle. After eight months of not working, starting a new job today felt a little like being put back into captivity. When I was handed my security badge it was like a wild animal being attached with an RFID tag. I also can't remember that last time I wore high heels during the day.
I wanted this job very much and I really felt like I was ready to go back to work to use the gray matter between my ears again but perhaps it was all still a bit too soon. I know the longer I stay out the harder it would be to go back but that doesn't me I'm not yearning for just a couple more days floating in the clear blue Aegean Sea. I'm sure tomorrow will be better and soon enough I'll get the hang of it again. At least they have free drinks and snacks.