I more than survived my first day at work: I actually enjoyed it, despite the fact that half my system wasn't up and running yet (IT hope to iron out the last crinks tomorrow), I was overloaded with introductions, information and impressions, and I had to try and function on very little sleep: as expected, my subconscious didn't trust my alarm setting skillz, and I've been up since 3:30am. Right now, I'm knackered.
I'm also in possession of a shiny new MacBook Pro and an iPhone, that I'll have to find the time and opportunity to play with tomorrow, and see how it compares to my trusted Nokia.
The atmosphere at work is friendly and relaxed, and I was made to feel welcome and included from the off. There's no canteen and it transpired that everyone brings their own lunch which they then eat seated around a big table together; when I confessed I hadn't been told of this arrangement and didn't have any food with me, I was plied with offers of sandwiches to share. Though I was hardly in danger of starving, as it turned out that one of my colleagues had become a father last Friday evening, and brought beschuit met muisjes, and our general manager had brought in cake to celebrate the fact that we'd opened our 50th Apple 'shop within a shop' this weekend.
One odd thing, though: there's only 7 women in the office, and 2 of those are the receptionists. The other 25 staff are all male.
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