Regular Job Girl: Day One

I woke up early this morning after a restless night of waiting for the alarm to go off. Got all ready in a nice outfit. Then, my Sugar Daddy walked me to the subway. I'm Metropass girl now. Off I went, to work at a regular job, for the first time in my life. That's right, we figured it out last night. This is the first time that I've held a position that will go on indefinitely. I've certainly worked before - freelancing long hours, three jobs at once in different parts of the city, each requiring different uniforms, and temp jobs that stretched out for six soul-destroying months - but this is the first one where I am, ostensibly, in it for keeps.
The company seems pretty nice. Everyone was friendly when introduced, and I got a little welcome baggie with cinnamon hearts, a mug with a heart on it, a bookmark with roses all over it, and more romance novels. I am given the impression that it is permanent Valentine's Day here. I apologize to the world at large if I start wearing only shades of red and pink in the upcoming months.
I have a cubicle. It's my very own. I'm pretty pleased with its location and square footage and am planning a major redecoration soon. I also have a security passcard that I have to swipe in the elevator and at doorways. It makes me feel really official, and also like I belong. I plan on bling-ing it up and getting a fancy lanyard for it.
So far, three of my coworkers have tried to make me eat cookies. I resisted. If I'm going to be sitting down all day, the last thing I need is any help getting an expanded office-worker ass. There isn't a whole lot in the neighbourhood of the office - pretty grim prospects for lunchtime wandering. I expect to be eating at my desk a lot, and also expect to be posting more regularly as a result. Hopefully things will be interesting enough to keep writing about, otherwise I'll just disappear into the pink sound-absorbing walls of my cubicle.
Received some training from various departments. I'm learning to use a Mac for this job, and I may be falling in love a little bit. Such a streamlined, intuitive interface...what can I say? Also was trained to use the voicemail. I have to change my outgoing message every day, although I cannot imagine why anyone would call me, or that two people would call me at once so someone would get my voicemail. I'm a proofreader. I just don't see getting the urgent calls about the typo on page 187. But anyway...
We were going over "house style" prior to me plunging into my first book - which by the title I had hoped was about cowboys, but it turns out it's about single parents in a small town - and I asked just how picky I was allowed/supposed to be. My supervisor lowered her voice and leaned in conspiratorily. "It's not high literature we're making here," she confessed.
I was exhausted shortly after lunch. Probably as a result of getting up earlier than I have in months and months. I was sad when I realized I couldn't nap. I'm sure I'll find a way in the upcoming days and weeks, but I figured it was my first day and maybe should try to at least stay awake for the duration.
Home-time rolled around and I hopped back on the bus. Funny how I didn't feel like reading on the way home.