Well it's about time...
Well, since it has been a really long time since I've updated about my life, I probably should fill everyone in on what's been going on. But most of you know all of the high points. So I have something else to talk about instead. I want to talk about work.
I really like my job. Except, today something happened that annoyed the crap out of me, and it wasn't that it happened at work or the person who it involved. It was just that today, I decided that this particular event annoys the crap out of me. I was sitting at my desk, being very productive, and coughing pretty much all morning. I was already thinking, quite embarrassed at my huge amount of hacking, that everyone I work with was probably thinking, 'Oh great, our new coworker has the plague,' when really I'm pretty sure that this is just a particularly bad time for my previously subdued allergies. The secretary, who is on the other side of the partition that divides up our offices, leans around and says, "Are you coming down with something?" Smiling weakly, I said, "I sure hope not." And she says, "Well I hope not too," as if me getting sick would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to her. What I wanted to say was that I was certain that nobody would be less pleased than me if I was in fact coming down with something. I wanted to say that maybe it's because it's so hot and humid outside and so freezing and dry in our office that perhaps it's wreaking havoc with my sinuses. But instead I sat quietly, resuming my work, suppressing any further coughing of the morning, and getting a faint whiff of Lysol from her side of the room. Now, I have no problems with this woman. She is very nice, in fact. I like all of my new coworkers. But this instance made me quite... annoyed. There really is no other good word for it. And then I started to think about all of the times that people sit next to you and you sneeze or whatever and they look at you like you're just a giant ball of phlegm sitting right there. Especially if you really are sick. In case you didn't feel miserable enough, everyone you encounter is thinking that you really should be put into a plastic bubble so that you don't get them sick. Just an observation...
In other work news, I have something to confess. I've never before felt as insecure about a job that I've done so well as I do about this job. It's such a good job, and I've got that whole 6 months of probation thing going, and there is absolutely no reason why I shouldn't make it through and enjoy a long, happy career there. But for some reason, I'm somewhat on edge almost every day, hoping that my supervisor doesn't come up with some reason to let me go. Hmm. I've been there all of two weeks and I'm already worried about it. I'm sure things will be fine. And that's that.
Now to head out to a drugstore to get some cough suppressant to appease the secretary...
I really like my job. Except, today something happened that annoyed the crap out of me, and it wasn't that it happened at work or the person who it involved. It was just that today, I decided that this particular event annoys the crap out of me. I was sitting at my desk, being very productive, and coughing pretty much all morning. I was already thinking, quite embarrassed at my huge amount of hacking, that everyone I work with was probably thinking, 'Oh great, our new coworker has the plague,' when really I'm pretty sure that this is just a particularly bad time for my previously subdued allergies. The secretary, who is on the other side of the partition that divides up our offices, leans around and says, "Are you coming down with something?" Smiling weakly, I said, "I sure hope not." And she says, "Well I hope not too," as if me getting sick would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to her. What I wanted to say was that I was certain that nobody would be less pleased than me if I was in fact coming down with something. I wanted to say that maybe it's because it's so hot and humid outside and so freezing and dry in our office that perhaps it's wreaking havoc with my sinuses. But instead I sat quietly, resuming my work, suppressing any further coughing of the morning, and getting a faint whiff of Lysol from her side of the room. Now, I have no problems with this woman. She is very nice, in fact. I like all of my new coworkers. But this instance made me quite... annoyed. There really is no other good word for it. And then I started to think about all of the times that people sit next to you and you sneeze or whatever and they look at you like you're just a giant ball of phlegm sitting right there. Especially if you really are sick. In case you didn't feel miserable enough, everyone you encounter is thinking that you really should be put into a plastic bubble so that you don't get them sick. Just an observation...
In other work news, I have something to confess. I've never before felt as insecure about a job that I've done so well as I do about this job. It's such a good job, and I've got that whole 6 months of probation thing going, and there is absolutely no reason why I shouldn't make it through and enjoy a long, happy career there. But for some reason, I'm somewhat on edge almost every day, hoping that my supervisor doesn't come up with some reason to let me go. Hmm. I've been there all of two weeks and I'm already worried about it. I'm sure things will be fine. And that's that.
Now to head out to a drugstore to get some cough suppressant to appease the secretary...