Day Nine:
Skipped a few days... I really don't veer from my schedule a terrible amount now, and I'm hoping the regularity will help me sleep better, given time to settle in.
The apartment is mostly furnished now--there's a loveseat that the Mugg family has offered to give us that still needs to be moved in, but otherwise we're basically set. Still no "real" table, but we kind of need the space as is... even if it means hunching over to eat dinner ;p There's some boxes still not unpacked, but I don't know where to put all that crap.
As far as work goes, I had a weird feeling of deja vu when Anthony, one of the more "comfortable" of my coworkers, told me it was his last day today... similar thing happened when I started at Fair Lakes--one of my coworkers I'd thought would be easy to get along with told me he would quit before Thanksgiving [and did]. Oh, well. I still get along with Latif alright [O/N Backroom Lead], and Kelly's been looking out for me... everyone else, sometimes they try to socialize, but I still get too stuck in the "work time" mode to really talk much.
Regarding Kelly: I get the strong impression she's sensed something's wrong, even though for the most part it's perhaps just that my "default" face kind of looks disappointed. I got my chance--I could've spoken up about all the "Motherfuckin' Nigga What"* music that gets blared constantly--but I passed it up... I just blamed it on my being tired.
*I call it this because those are the exact words that get "sung" [read: shouted] every other phrase. It's a complete insult to aesthetics and dignity, and I'm surprised people tolerate it at all, except that maybe people think it's ironic to buy into that shit.
My reasoning in the matter is that, for the most part, I can almost tune it out now, so it's really not the specific music at issue [even if it should be], because I'm most certain to be at issue with any music that gets played if I happen to have the wrong mindset. It goes against some of my principles to complain about my current state, especially when I chose to be here, even if the problems are things I shouldn't have to put up with. I choose to put up with them because I respect others' feelings more than desire to inflict my own choices upon others, even at the risk of hearing every 50 Cent song made [all of which are punctuated with gunshots, apparently]. By being strong and tolerating that which I don't necessarily like, it dulls the edge on those things and makes it easier to focus on the things I should be focusing on, rather than dwelling on incidentals.
Who knows? Perhaps it will even enable me to tolerate certain people's snoring in the future ;)
The apartment is mostly furnished now--there's a loveseat that the Mugg family has offered to give us that still needs to be moved in, but otherwise we're basically set. Still no "real" table, but we kind of need the space as is... even if it means hunching over to eat dinner ;p There's some boxes still not unpacked, but I don't know where to put all that crap.
As far as work goes, I had a weird feeling of deja vu when Anthony, one of the more "comfortable" of my coworkers, told me it was his last day today... similar thing happened when I started at Fair Lakes--one of my coworkers I'd thought would be easy to get along with told me he would quit before Thanksgiving [and did]. Oh, well. I still get along with Latif alright [O/N Backroom Lead], and Kelly's been looking out for me... everyone else, sometimes they try to socialize, but I still get too stuck in the "work time" mode to really talk much.
Regarding Kelly: I get the strong impression she's sensed something's wrong, even though for the most part it's perhaps just that my "default" face kind of looks disappointed. I got my chance--I could've spoken up about all the "Motherfuckin' Nigga What"* music that gets blared constantly--but I passed it up... I just blamed it on my being tired.
*I call it this because those are the exact words that get "sung" [read: shouted] every other phrase. It's a complete insult to aesthetics and dignity, and I'm surprised people tolerate it at all, except that maybe people think it's ironic to buy into that shit.
My reasoning in the matter is that, for the most part, I can almost tune it out now, so it's really not the specific music at issue [even if it should be], because I'm most certain to be at issue with any music that gets played if I happen to have the wrong mindset. It goes against some of my principles to complain about my current state, especially when I chose to be here, even if the problems are things I shouldn't have to put up with. I choose to put up with them because I respect others' feelings more than desire to inflict my own choices upon others, even at the risk of hearing every 50 Cent song made [all of which are punctuated with gunshots, apparently]. By being strong and tolerating that which I don't necessarily like, it dulls the edge on those things and makes it easier to focus on the things I should be focusing on, rather than dwelling on incidentals.
Who knows? Perhaps it will even enable me to tolerate certain people's snoring in the future ;)