New Girl on the Block Part One

So there was I, the new girl on the block. I was in the neighborhood ten years ago in a very different position. The place is physically the same, even the smell. I used to inhale the aroma happily because every first step out of the elevator is the step of relieve,away from taking care of other people (read: parents/annoying teachers).

My return,however, is different. There are two large burdens on my shoulders that stop me from moving on: the unfinished projects and listening to people's complaints. Those, and this feeling of inferiority which I know I shouldn't have had. It's that 'people from the field' syndrome. People may know a lot. They do a lot. They make tangible changes in the field. But when they're in the headquarters, it's a whole lot of different game. My face was tense the whole ten days. I felt like I was out of anybody's league. That first ten days was indeed a torture to my soul.