Comments on: Friday Happy Hour: First Days on the Job (Plus A Giveaway)

By: Darby Lohrding

Darby Lohrding — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:33:00 +0000

The color of the crayon is “SILVER”!
Thanks so much and will love my new shirt!!!
Darby
darbyscloset at yahoo dot com

By: Dawn

Dawn — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:38:00 +0000

As mentioned in my earlier post, here are some Kiwi (NZ) blogs, including my own:

amerinz.blogspot.com
tikieast.co.nz
bloggingcafechick.blogspot.com
dawnanddarren.blogspot.com

By: Scott-O

Scott-O — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 17:22:00 +0000

Worst first day? More like my worst first 12 seconds.

Spraining my ankle on my first step off of the bus on Parris Island, SC for the first day of Basic. Doesn’t get much worse than that. At least not until I dialed the wrong number when calling my folks to tell them this recruit had arrived at Parris Island.

By: Dawn

Dawn — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 03:42:00 +0000

1. I haven’t had many bad first days (lots of bad last days,though!) The most awkward was here in New Zealand – my “buddy” was walking me around the floor, introducing me to my coworkers. We got to one office, and a couple of the women there teased me about ‘orientation’ later that day. I made the standard US joke about ‘not drinking the Kool Ade’, but they didn’t get it.

So then, I tried to explain about the cult, and how they all drank Kool Ade and died…they just stared at me a bit, and then asked what Kool Ade was. They thought it was some sort of antifreeze! The whole thing was just a mess, so I moved on to the next office!

2. There are a few Kiwi blogs that are quite good. Will write another post when I get home to list some of them.

3. Ehh…are there any colors left? How about brown?

By: Kaytee

Kaytee — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 22:58:00 +0000

Today was my first day of work at my new job.

Turns out, tomorrow is the day that everyone finds out if they’ve lost their jobs in the massive company-wide layoffs.

No one bothered to even introduce themselves. Most won’t be there after tomorrow. :-(

By: KT

KT — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 16:20:00 +0000

Crayon color: Green

By: KT

KT — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 16:18:00 +0000

I had a horrible first day on the job at Target. I was on the 4am shift and the HR rep told me to report at 4am the morning after I got the job. I got to the dark parking lot and went to the side door where I was supposed to be let in. No one there, no one responds to the bell. Am I late? Is everyone already inside? Great, I’m late for my first day. I walked around the entire building, trying every door (don’t forget it’s 4am and I am a tiny girl). I finally get back to the first door and see a young kid on the janitorial crew. He speaks no English, but I manage to use motions to convince him to open the door for me. As soon as he does, blaring alarms go off throughout the entire store. Insanely loud. The crew of janitors just keeps on working and there is no one who can speak to me. I walk back to the stock room to try to find someone. Empty. As I make my way to the front I see a cop standing at the door. Great. I try to explain what happened without crying and luckily he believes me. He waits until the two store managers who were called out of bed at 4am show up, in sweat pants and scowls. Turns out the HR rep didn’t inform the shift manager that a new person was coming and he had changed the shift to start at 5am that day. I sat and waited as all the workers filed in and stared at me and then I had to listen to the kid from the janitorial crew get yelled at for opening the door for me.
Believe it or not, I had a horrible 2nd day at my next job as well so I’ve been on pins and needles for first days ever since.

By: ditzen

ditzen — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 06:18:00 +0000

Carnation Pink.

By: lizzie

lizzie — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:41:00 +0000

My first day story actually began before my first day. I was beginning residency, and the program secretary (who has since found a happier home elsewhere) for some reason did not mail out information on our own departmental orientation program, which was to begin a week before the official residency orientation. Even though I spoke to her on the phone four or five times prior to the start date, she never told me about the pre-orientation orientation. So, on the day that I first showed up, I was confused that all of my classmates seemed to know each other; I was even more confused when they repeatedly asked me how my car was. I later learned that, in a desperate attempt to cover her butt, the secretary had told my program director and my classmates that I had car trouble and had been stuck somewhere in Michigan. It took six months for my boss to realize that I hadn’t been stuck in Michigan…

Cerise?

By: elaina

elaina — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:44:00 +0000

I guess the crayon you are holding is Granny Smith Apple.