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My First Day

I start work tomorrow for the first time ever. And I'm terrified. Not of the new people or the new place.

But of not performing well and not living up to what they expect of me and what I expect of myself.

I'm scared that I'll be fired.

But most of all, what terrifies me, is the thought that I might realize that journalism is not the profession for me. That i might not be good at it and be forced to give it up.

And so, as I begin work tomorrow. All those of you reading this, lurkers and regular readers, please pray for me that all goes well. That I may be good at whatever it is I'm supposed to do. And that this turns out to be the profession for me.


Ace said…
If your writing ability and the posts on this blog in which you've criticized certain instances of unprofessional journalism by the Indian media are anything to go by, you will do just fine. Journalism has chosen you as much as you have chosen journalism.
All the best as you join the workforce! :D
Homecooked said…
Hey all the best! I think I am a bit late in wishing you but I hope u had a blast on your first day. Dont worry its natural to get butterflies in your stomach and I bet you'll make a good journalist one day. Look at your writings :) I think I should take an autograph from u and keep now itself :)
neha said…
hey best of luck!!
someone like u shudnt be scared!!
chandni said…
good luck!!!

I am sure u'll do well..

and hey if u do feel at some point that its the wron profession, just turn around!

As of now, just relax and see how it goes :)
Xorkes said…
its late to wish u now.
so hz work?

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