Here I am sitting in a Starbucks in Annapolis waiting for my first day of work to begin. It’s nerve racking really. You’d think a confident woman such as myself would be geared up and raring to go, but walking into a completely new situation has put me a bit off kilter. Driving down 97, I suddenly realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I’ve never been to the State House before, except to gather on a lawn with a few thousand fellow Marylanders to voice our concerns for high taxes and forced healthcare.
So I called Nicole, a fellow Jennings team member, to direct me to a parking garage. Turns out I’m a little early as no one is scheduled to be in the office until after 10. Oops. It’s all good though, I found my way to a Starbucks after driving around Church Circle a few times. Now I’m settled in jotting down my thoughts before heading to Maryland’s own little Capitol Hill.
To be perfectly honest, I have no idea what to expect. Nothing like a new situation to stir up all this unsettling emotions. It’s not the same as walking into a Central Committee or PVRC, where I know 90% of the people, where I’m familiar with my surroundings, where I know what to expect. Nope, this is entirely different.
Granted, I’m totally blessed to be working with the likes of Senator JB Jennings. Plus the fact that I already know half of his staff, like Rich Reinhardt and Nicole Ossola, is a much appreciated bonus, especially considering I don’t think I know anyone else in Annapolis.
Here come to the self doubting questions: Am I dressed okay? Do I stand out like a french fry on dieter’s plate? Am I going to say something completely up surd and become defined by my stupidity?
Give me a week or two and this whole process will become second nature. I do tend to adapt well to new situations. Let’s just hope I can fake my way through these first few moments. You know us women; we’re good at faking things. Not that we always have to, but it’s nice to know that we have that innate skill.
Session starts Wednesday, which is my first official day. This, this is simply orientation, and who’s suppose to know what their doing during orientation, right? I’m taking this morning to get my bearings straight. Come Wednesday I plan to be an old pro, or at the least, ready to pretend like I am.
So here goes nothing. Watch out Annapolis. Hillary is here and I’ve decided to take you by storm.