Hey Chicken Little, the Sky didn't fall...

Change for me is like that moment you have to bend your leg after sitting on it funny, and you know its going to feel weird and kind of hurt, but you have to do it, and once you do it, you forget the anxiety of having to do it. That preamble said...
Week 1 is down for the count at my newly chosen job and profesion. I have gone from Senior Marketing Buyer to Contract Administration and Negotation. I am now on the other side of the table. It is exciting and scary to no longer be an SME and be starting all over again. I have already met really nice people and have tried to come out of my shell as much as possible. According to Tracy, it took a full year for me to do this prior, so, we shall see. And really, are they ready for the real me here? Is anyone ever? (Tracy and Nancy, you are not allowed to respond to that)
No one has yet to mention that the only color I generally wear is black, but I did manage
to throw in some brown tweed. I have gotten lost twice, locked into a fenced in area once, ( was rescued by a very nice man who said "oh, you must be new?"...) But I have a lunch partner, was invited to happy hour, and have mastered the parking lot and security towers...
This new field trip appears to hold much promise.