Few times in life does one get to walk through a set of revolving doors, approach an attractive young woman behind a desk and say, “Good morning, my name’s Mr. New Guy, and I start work today on the 10th floor.”
Well this one is very hard for me to write about. I have thought about it repeatedly for a few weeks now, but I had trouble finding the right words.
Those few weeks back I received a phone-call. A phone-call I always thought might come, but in what way, shape or form I knew nothing of. It still does not feel real.
Today I received an envelope; an envelope that contained a lot of information. Information I have been looking for, for quite some time now. What was inside made clear to me a number of things. Among them: what I would do, who I would report to, what I would study, where I should turn up, what I would take home. But most importantly it told me what was next. Something I have thought about my entire life. Something I have been asked about my entire life. What next?
Next, I become an Investment Accountant.
Signed & dated,
The Noughty Graduate