Greenhorn

It was a facade of steel, concrete and glass from the outside. He took the first step into the building. Electronics combined with tactful firmness greeted him. The hydraulics lifted him up 3 floors.
Early.
Feeling the jittery of most greenhorns, he slowly takes a step into the annex room. At least, some respite from the new surroundings. There was laughter and chatter. People he recognised and some new faces. At the least he did try to maintain that composure. It wouldn't be that tough anyway. They always say you learn something new everyday isn't it? Everyday is a new day, today was no different. Sooner than he expected, people started streaming in. Ironically, he pondered his punctuality. It was never a habit of his to arrive early. Today required him to be on time though.
No excuses on your FIRST day.
Perhaps it would be a new start, a new habit, a new routine that would be embedded into him.

Punctuality...
How many of us leave our residence only when the meeting time beckons?
Maybe he should make it a part of him. Punctuality has far more friends than silent irritation.

What lay ahead of him were promises of new challenges and experiences. He had the Hobson's choice of embracing his new vocation with all servility. After all it was all that would be required of him.

You see another day in each new sun. Tomorrow would bring another day of surprises.