halfway empty or halfway full?
After being evicted from my own desk at the Accounts Recievables side due to my change in schedule (and unresolved conflicts amongst co-workers), I've found myself a tiny pocket-sized seat in the corner of the Accounts Recievables department. It came complete with a table and a computer, a few staplers and half a bucket of full of paperclips. After a few days, I've come to discover that those paperclips come mighty handy. Although I'm grateful for the change of scenery, work assignments and people, it's still quite an adjustment that will take time getting used to. Over my whole year of working with Tammy, Marcia and Joelle (and even Steven, though he's already left the company) - I heard stories of their loudness and bothersome behavior, often socializing at times that weren't suitable for others. While I did understand Steven's complaint, I also had to keep in mind his backgrounad and personal preferences. He liked working in silence; listening only to the radio in the background. I, on the other hand, can learn to adjust... one way or another.
Sitting next to Ian has made me realize how small my world really is. At first, I thought it was because of his overpowering personality. Despite being rail-thin and barely three inches taller than me (I'm not that imposing in height, trust me.) his bold, upfront, in-your-face-whether-you-like-it-or-not attitude is hard to ignore. He has a habit of making his presence known and still manages to maintain his work in a highly professional manner. He's done pretty well for a guy that's stuck somewhere in his early 40's. Tbe jokes he makes are usually corny unless they're meant to tease someone else - so in that case, Ian's a pretty big bully. Since my desk practically collides into his office, not only does he treat me like his own personal secretary - but a ready pupil, as well. So far, he's explained the reasoning of economics and has started to delve my mind with further details on the political debate. I've always considered myself somewhat of an independant, not caring for either party. And even though he's an adamant, overzealous democrat raving Obama like the second-coming... he impresses the crucial value of deciding for myself. And he constantly reminds me that not everyone has the same opportunity as I do, so I should start placing things into great consideration and not take them for granted. I see his point and where he's coming from.
He's an oddball that means well, so who knows... I just might enjoy our afternoon conversations that get my brain working even after school hours. And then -- there's Dustin. I don't think I've ever met a Supervisor whose most frequent phrases range between, "I have no idea." ... "I forgot." ... "Go away and don't bother me, okay? [Insert Laugh]." With all due respect, I have an awkward tendancy to misunderstand whatever he's saying and turn 90% of it into something completely different because of his chinese accent. Ian gets his jollies off whenever this happens, though. And yet, he also tends to forget his own accent along the process. If there were more Ian's out there in the world... then God help us all.
Overall, I have nothing to complain about. I'm rather content. School is going relatively well, and at this point, I believe I might have a chance at actually passing all my classes with a decent grade. I need to brush up and push harder with psychology, but daaaamn this woman is absolutely tricky. I'm learning more about life and even more about myself. I hope this continues. Maybe I can gain a deeper appreciation along with the undersanding I plan to attain.
I never killed that spider by the way, and I have no idea where it might be lurking at the moment - if it's even still in my room, for that matter. So, if I suffer from some unknown disease overnight... at least we'll know the answer of where it came from.
Sitting next to Ian has made me realize how small my world really is. At first, I thought it was because of his overpowering personality. Despite being rail-thin and barely three inches taller than me (I'm not that imposing in height, trust me.) his bold, upfront, in-your-face-whether-you-like-it-or-not attitude is hard to ignore. He has a habit of making his presence known and still manages to maintain his work in a highly professional manner. He's done pretty well for a guy that's stuck somewhere in his early 40's. Tbe jokes he makes are usually corny unless they're meant to tease someone else - so in that case, Ian's a pretty big bully. Since my desk practically collides into his office, not only does he treat me like his own personal secretary - but a ready pupil, as well. So far, he's explained the reasoning of economics and has started to delve my mind with further details on the political debate. I've always considered myself somewhat of an independant, not caring for either party. And even though he's an adamant, overzealous democrat raving Obama like the second-coming... he impresses the crucial value of deciding for myself. And he constantly reminds me that not everyone has the same opportunity as I do, so I should start placing things into great consideration and not take them for granted. I see his point and where he's coming from.
He's an oddball that means well, so who knows... I just might enjoy our afternoon conversations that get my brain working even after school hours. And then -- there's Dustin. I don't think I've ever met a Supervisor whose most frequent phrases range between, "I have no idea." ... "I forgot." ... "Go away and don't bother me, okay? [Insert Laugh]." With all due respect, I have an awkward tendancy to misunderstand whatever he's saying and turn 90% of it into something completely different because of his chinese accent. Ian gets his jollies off whenever this happens, though. And yet, he also tends to forget his own accent along the process. If there were more Ian's out there in the world... then God help us all.
Overall, I have nothing to complain about. I'm rather content. School is going relatively well, and at this point, I believe I might have a chance at actually passing all my classes with a decent grade. I need to brush up and push harder with psychology, but daaaamn this woman is absolutely tricky. I'm learning more about life and even more about myself. I hope this continues. Maybe I can gain a deeper appreciation along with the undersanding I plan to attain.
I never killed that spider by the way, and I have no idea where it might be lurking at the moment - if it's even still in my room, for that matter. So, if I suffer from some unknown disease overnight... at least we'll know the answer of where it came from.