Without training wheels
How long have I been standing in front of this door? It's silly, on the other hand, this blockage, which vehemently prevents me from pressing the doorbell, is unnecessarily huge.
In the end, it's just a door, a very stable and formidable one, but still just an object to be locked out.
Just imagine, I've been standing in front of the door of my new job for ten minutes, as the watch on my cell phone assures me. Ridiculous, no, pathetic! But still understandable. After all, it's my first day at work here and my first ever at the same time.
Fresh from university, I just count the journalism school among them, I get thrown onto the street, literally.
It should be mentioned that a park bench has also been laid out on the street on which the entrance to my work place is located. The friendly elderly lady who had already taken her seat before I showed up asked me worriedly whether everything would be okay with me.
The reason for this is my clichéd hands trembling. I am completely serious. If I'm lucky, I won't hit the damn button at all, if I should bring myself to use it.
This is so silly, I should get a checkup. A little annoyed, I notice that the cold sweat is slowly eating its way through the carefully ironed shirt. Instead of my second breakfast, I should have put in a deodorant instead.
With a touch of daring recklessness, I hit the little white plastic part more than I press. The buzzer sounds almost immediately, so I can open the editorial door. I can still run away.
But then I have to face the embarrassment of explaining my absence on the first day of work.
It's not that I don't WANT to work, it's that I'm scared. Not in front of my colleagues or work, okay, that too, but what I'm most afraid of is growing up. Working means riding a bike without the training wheels. In this curious example, the training wheels just mentioned represent the safety of the school. But that is now irrelevant.
The fact is that I will probably never grow up. Remember, I'm afraid of a door.
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Huhu
An undepressive OS.
Hey Claerschen, I hope this time there aren't that many errors ^^ *
At least more in the area of ​​humor ... In some weird way ...
Again, it's mediocre and nothing special.
Eq