Last Friday marked a year since I began my new job. In most ways, this is the first real job of my career; I feel like my initial 3.5 working years out of grad school led to brain atrophy and little else. (Well, that’s not true — it did good things for my salary history, and I learned some new parts of my hometown.)
I was really excited to start this job, because there was basically no way it wouldn’t be a thousand times better than my first one. Happily, that has been the case, and not merely by default. It comes as no surprise to me that I really enjoy working in a university environment. I’m writing stories and connecting media people to experts, meeting with faculty and proofing pages, and the subject matter I’m dealing with is constantly changing. I feel productive most days, which rarely happened before. Above all, I have a kickass group of coworkers who are not only great colleagues but people I want to hang out with after hours.
It isn’t all bunnies and moonbeams, of course — I am nowhere close to being past my frequent fits of writerly agony, and I still have plenty to learn on each of my beats. Someone told me shortly after I started that it takes a full academic cycle to get your bearings, so by that measure I’m just about on track. Regardless, I’m happy to have landed in such a nice place. Go Panthers!
