ye ole social security
Yea, the trainees have been set free from their desks and baffling data inputs! Now we are deducting what people need based on baffling inputs. Yesterday morning I hear my supervisor "Yes, today we throw the trainees to the wolves"! Now this is a job. It's a circus in our cubicle playworld, us all zipping around. Oh, but I get such a thrill from being a professional. The thought keeps passing through my mind "I feel like a grown up". Wish I could grow a mustache. Anyway, I get to use my Spanish...and even my Chinese (but only to pronounce names. Still, I'm proud to be official Chinese pronouncer. This one Chinese guy I was interviewing was so cute when I said his name all gutteral and Wendy like). Since the trainees only half know what they're doing, there's always a supervisor hovering, and i always want them to go away so I can chat it up with all the foreigners who come in. I've gotten a refugee from Sudan, a vietnamese girl my age marrying an american NOT my age(must learn some vietnamese), Cuban parolees (aver!), crazy people, and people who yell at me! Weeeee! Lovin' it. Some people are so confused about where they are and what's going on, I don't see how they found the office. Others are sparkling white, fresh from prison. I'm realizing I'm much to curious for this job, but I don't ask, I don't ask. (HOwever if I'm at my desk with their prison record, I'll see what's up. Whoa, don't want to be HIS neighbor.) In other news, this afternoon a one-eyed hawk perched on my windowsill/ledge for a few hours. I'd never seen one that close...I wish we could have been friends. Kelsey and her one-eyed hawk. Take care all