Worker bee

This week, hold onto your hats...I have been working.

Last Wednesday, my ability to upload a CV onto a job website bagged me two weeks at a Company I've worked at before. Faced with the prospect of such prestigious employment, I did what anyone else in my situation would do.

1) Grinned.
2) Got drunk.
3) Had a little panic.

The panic came about because my new role is exactly that: new. For the first time in my life, I am being employed to do a job that doesn't require me to answer phones, make someones dinner, book taxis, arrange boring meetings, or write up the boring minutes afterwards.Whenever I usually try out something new, it's under the agreement that I do the jobs no one else wants to do, without getting paid for it. Otherwise known as work experience. This time, things are slightly different.

Hearing my pay rate was an anxious, not joyous moment. "Umm...are you sure they know what they're getting?" I confided to the Recruitment Consultant after signing all the Company's confidentiality forms on Friday, "It's just, well, the pay rate is a lot higher than anything I've ever got before and...are they expecting...well, they've read my CV, yeah?"

They had. In fact, that's all they'd read. That, and a form I'd filled out stating in bullet points why I could do the job. Relief at hearing the words "No, there's no interview. Just start on Monday" soon turned into nerves as I realised that my future employers had taken my word for it. And aside from me thinking "Hmmm, yeah, I could do that", I actually had no actual proper work experience to back it up. "Eek", I thought. "Eek" and "oh, let me be good".

And so it was that I went back to an old place of work on Monday. I walked past the building where I'd made and cleared dinners, put out after-show nibbles, panicked about late taxis, arranged meetings between important people, worried about stroppy talent, ran around delivering tapes and worrying about scripts... and settled at my new temporary desk in an entirely different department.

So far, the two weeks paid employment in my first proper non-dogsbody job have started well. My fears, as yet, have been unfounded. Let's just hope it ends well, too. Or preferably not at all.