The first day at work is a very delicate time. Thoughts intrude between the clicking of your heels, new faces leer at you, unfamiliar corridors stretch out to unimagined places, terrible rituals. You don’t feel like you belong here; something inside you is wrong. People can see the shadows beyond the whites of your eyes. And there’s always what might be out in the woods behind the office, lurking beneath the boughs. Is it fear or is it freedom? By Josephine M. K. Edwards.
