It is like a scene from a bad movie: on my first day of work the road is slippery and I fall off my bike just as I arrive at the office; my jeans are dirty, my tailbone is throbbing with pain, and worst of all, I am two minutes late.
In order to bring some consistency into the month, I ended up needing first aid in my second work week, because I stood on glass with my bare feet (my shower door decided it was time to fall off the wall); and as icing on the cake, two weeks later I tested positive for Covid-19, resulting in almost three extremely unpleasant weeks of quarantine.
None of the above turned out to be serious, but it certainly was a turbulent first month at work.
Fortunately, my private life does not have a 1-on-1 relationship with my work life, otherwise it would have been a tough month. Luckily I was able to go to the office on my first day to pick up my laptop, and meet some other colleagues. However, on most days I work from home, which is kind of a strange situation when you start working at a new company.