Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go!
I haven’t been nervous about this new job at all. This, really, was kind of surprising to me. It’s nothing like I have ever done. I have no knowledge of the freight shipping company. It’s almost a totally new skill set that I have to learn. I should have been nervous I kept thinking to myself, but just never was. Last night, I was getting nervous. Did I make the right choice? What if I don’t like it? What if I don’t do well at it? All these different doubts about my abilities.
Then I remembered. It’s a challenge, something I haven’t had in a while and have been looking for. It’s also a 3+ month contract. So if I don’t like it, I don’t have to stay at it forever. I started to settle down, but wasn’t totally calm. This caused some VERY interesting dreams last night. None of which I remember now of course, but I do remember waking up this morning and thinking, “Wow! Those were out there!”
Woke up this morning around 6:15am. OUCH! I had led a great month of not needing to be anywhere, but I didn’t sleep in past 8:30am the entire time either. I didn’t go to bed early at all the past month too, which I’m sure is what did me in this morning! The shower helped and I ironed my cloths, had a muffin for breakfast, researched my directions again (as Inverness is just INSANE!) and headed out!
Let’s just say that my directions sucked, or I can’t read them. I prefer the former excuse though. So I get all turned around and am pissed because 1. I can’t stand the Inverness park area, it’s way to damn confusing, and 2. because I don’t want to be late for my first day of work. Well I make it, 2 minutes to 8am. Just enough time to go upstairs and be on time. I’m still pissed that I couldn’t have been early though. I hate being right at the time or late. Go in and it’s an interesting mix of 11 people. We have those that are right out of college, those from completely odd backgrounds (but with CSR experience), older folks, and a British man (who I could listen to talking ALL day long!)
In walks our trainer and right off the bat you can tell she is going to be good. Well she isn’t just good, she’s hysterical! Which is so nice, otherwise it would be torture to sit through 8 days of training. We take a tour of the facility and as we are walking around, a gentleman and I notice that some people are rather casual in jeans and a decent top, and others are in business wear (skirts/dress pants/nice top). So we ask “What is the dress code?” I heard the most wonderful thing come out of her mouth, “Very casual. Jeans are ok as long as they are not frayed. T-shirts that are good looking and do not have anything offensive on them. Tennis shoes; anything really goes as long as you don’t look like you’re going to work in the yard, go to work out, or are at the beach.” Oh my god! I’m in heaven! I can wear jeans everyday if I wanted to! Why? Because they don’t see people other than themselves. It’s a call center. So there isn’t anyone to impress with how you dress.
The rest of the day went by just fine. I had lunch with 4 others and got to know them a little better. I realized that I might want to do a little toning up on my geography of other countries and major cities with in them. All and all, it was a great start and I’m really excited about choosing them for this temp position.
Then I remembered. It’s a challenge, something I haven’t had in a while and have been looking for. It’s also a 3+ month contract. So if I don’t like it, I don’t have to stay at it forever. I started to settle down, but wasn’t totally calm. This caused some VERY interesting dreams last night. None of which I remember now of course, but I do remember waking up this morning and thinking, “Wow! Those were out there!”
Woke up this morning around 6:15am. OUCH! I had led a great month of not needing to be anywhere, but I didn’t sleep in past 8:30am the entire time either. I didn’t go to bed early at all the past month too, which I’m sure is what did me in this morning! The shower helped and I ironed my cloths, had a muffin for breakfast, researched my directions again (as Inverness is just INSANE!) and headed out!
Let’s just say that my directions sucked, or I can’t read them. I prefer the former excuse though. So I get all turned around and am pissed because 1. I can’t stand the Inverness park area, it’s way to damn confusing, and 2. because I don’t want to be late for my first day of work. Well I make it, 2 minutes to 8am. Just enough time to go upstairs and be on time. I’m still pissed that I couldn’t have been early though. I hate being right at the time or late. Go in and it’s an interesting mix of 11 people. We have those that are right out of college, those from completely odd backgrounds (but with CSR experience), older folks, and a British man (who I could listen to talking ALL day long!)
In walks our trainer and right off the bat you can tell she is going to be good. Well she isn’t just good, she’s hysterical! Which is so nice, otherwise it would be torture to sit through 8 days of training. We take a tour of the facility and as we are walking around, a gentleman and I notice that some people are rather casual in jeans and a decent top, and others are in business wear (skirts/dress pants/nice top). So we ask “What is the dress code?” I heard the most wonderful thing come out of her mouth, “Very casual. Jeans are ok as long as they are not frayed. T-shirts that are good looking and do not have anything offensive on them. Tennis shoes; anything really goes as long as you don’t look like you’re going to work in the yard, go to work out, or are at the beach.” Oh my god! I’m in heaven! I can wear jeans everyday if I wanted to! Why? Because they don’t see people other than themselves. It’s a call center. So there isn’t anyone to impress with how you dress.
The rest of the day went by just fine. I had lunch with 4 others and got to know them a little better. I realized that I might want to do a little toning up on my geography of other countries and major cities with in them. All and all, it was a great start and I’m really excited about choosing them for this temp position.