The early thanksgiving dinner was not as bad as I had original thought it would be. I did, however, spend half of the night in my own little corner because the smell of the turkey was making me sick to my stomach.
Everyone in attendance introduced themselves, and I think I remember 1/3 of their names. It'll be a lot easier to put faces to names when they have their jerseys on.
I spent the rest of the weekend deep diving into the world of football. More specifically, other teams social media accounts to see what kinds of things Bengals fans, 'Who Dey Nation', would want to see. It's safe to say that by Monday morning, I had a notes app full of ideas.
As I got dressed for my first day on the job, I realized that this was the first time I went a few days without thinking about the train wreck my life turned into. I tried not to linger on it that long because then I would start thinking about it.
I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to wear as a social media manager for an NFL team, so I went with a beige turtle neck tucked into a lose pair of black slacks, with a pair of HeyDudes the same shade as my shirt. Hopefully it was business casual enough, at least for today. I think I'm mostly just signing contracts and meeting the rest of the PR team.
My phone buzzed on the bed so I quickly threw my hair up with a claw clip and bent down to check it.
Bout ready to go? If we leave now we can get breakfast :)
Yep, turning the lights off now. I'll meet you at the car.
I grabbed my backpack purse and made sure I had extra nausea drops and crackers before walking out of the guest house.
"Good morning Maddawg, how are you feeling?" Uncle Zac asks once I climb in the truck and buckled my seat bet.
"I'm actually doing okay today. I think I might be excited, I don't know." I said, popping my knuckles, a terrible habit I've picked up lately.
"And my future offensive linemen? How are they this morning?" He chuckled, pulling out onto the highway.
"What makes you so sure they're boys?" I said, my left hand subconsciously resting on my stomach, which currently only looked like I had a loaded breakfast and wasn't 8 weeks pregnant with twins.
"Fine, how are my offensive line-women doing?"
I roll my eyes and answer that they are doing just fine. "However, their dad is a skinny 5'7 musician, I highly doubt they'll be athletic enough for football. Maybe chess."
"Not with me as their uncle, players are built not born."
The rest of the drive was filled with meaningless conversations, mostly about the twins.
"Alright, so you've got to go down this hall and at the end take a left and it's the first office on the right. Your paper work shouldn't take more than an hour and a half to finish, as well as getting all your badges made. Then you can just come down here and meet us." He gestured to the door behind him. "Be thinking of one of those tikstoks to be making when you get back."
"Uncle Z, it's tiktok." I chuckled before hugging him and walking down the way he said.
...
He was right, I got in the office at 7:30 and by 9 I had my badge clipped to my shirt and my purse in my office. Yes that's right, I have an office! I need to remember to go by and get things to decorate it.
Not to put my eggs in one basket, but if I'm still doing this job next season, I have enough room in there that I can bring the twins to work with me.
You didn't tell me I got an office?!? Headin that way now
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