Pinch me!
Second day at the new gig, so I'm still going through training, which of course is very, very dull. I'm in Admin, so I only have 2 days instead of 5. Why is all corporate training the same? "Training" means you sit in uncomfortable chairs for hours while training monkeys flash powerpoint slides at you and read them aloud, apparently under the assumption that you are illiterate and cannot read it yourself. Then you watch horrible videos made by film-school rejects which feature terrible acting and even worse music. Plus this is blue-collar safety training, which means I am being "trained" by grown men who cannot pronounce "carcinogen".
But the job, the job. Dear Gods of the Seven Plagues of R'lyeh I keep thinking I will wake up and it's been all a dream. It's so perfect it can't be real. 8-5 hours, no weekends or nights. A real cubicle, not just a glorified carrel. Brand new computer equipment (flatscreen monitors, laser mice). I can play music, I can surf the web. There is no QA. For those non-call-center people reading, that means I can talk to people without worrying some admin puke is listening in. Ever. It's a small office in a huge company. It has good insurance and other benefits. All this and they are going to pay me more than my last job. Significantly more.
I feel like this verges on bragging, and seems to be begging for trouble. But if this is going to somehow go horribly wrong, I want it to do it now and get it over with while I can still let go. I was sure there was no such thing as the perfect job, and with this one I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But everything I find out about this place makes me like it better.
I promise to get back to ranting soon, but right now my allergies are acting up and I feel like crap, despite my employment-based euphoria. Off to lie down, and hope this job is still here when I wake up.
But the job, the job. Dear Gods of the Seven Plagues of R'lyeh I keep thinking I will wake up and it's been all a dream. It's so perfect it can't be real. 8-5 hours, no weekends or nights. A real cubicle, not just a glorified carrel. Brand new computer equipment (flatscreen monitors, laser mice). I can play music, I can surf the web. There is no QA. For those non-call-center people reading, that means I can talk to people without worrying some admin puke is listening in. Ever. It's a small office in a huge company. It has good insurance and other benefits. All this and they are going to pay me more than my last job. Significantly more.
I feel like this verges on bragging, and seems to be begging for trouble. But if this is going to somehow go horribly wrong, I want it to do it now and get it over with while I can still let go. I was sure there was no such thing as the perfect job, and with this one I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But everything I find out about this place makes me like it better.
I promise to get back to ranting soon, but right now my allergies are acting up and I feel like crap, despite my employment-based euphoria. Off to lie down, and hope this job is still here when I wake up.