Some of the most bizarre times in my life have been the two months after getting a new job. On one hand, it’s a pain to apply to jobs, and I should by rights be thrilled at having the job. It’s an exciting time, devoid of the monotony that can be so dangerously ubiquitous in modern life. On the other hand, it’s a time of profound discomfort. Everything is unfamiliar. Either I don’t know where anything is, or I’m struggling to learn everyone’s name, or I’m working really hard to make a good impression, but I’m not comfortable with the job, so I don’t feel like I’m doing well, and it all feels like it’s going to fall apart, and maybe I should just quit and go back to that last job that I hated because at least I knew what was going on there.
Mariners win by one run to troll fans, stoke fires of run differential arguments
