2 posts tagged “life”

So I've been at my new job for almost two months now and I figure it's time to let the internets know how I'm doing. The quick answer is: MUCH BETTER. No, ferreals.

I feel like I work nowhere near as hard, and yet I am paid much better. I have more responsibility, and not that fake empowerment my previous job was so fond of bestowing upon people. They expect me to do the work of one person, and pay me well for it. They have also given me keys to the office, I am sometimes the last or first in there. I could steal computers, prescription pads, money and medical records if I wanted to. I mean, I don't... but I could.

I love working with Casey. We grew up across the street from each other in suburbia and now live about 10 blocks from each other in Brooklyn, and yet we rarely saw one another. Now we work together 4 days a week and I oddly miss her on the fifth. The doctors I work for are good, each has their own style and distinct needs. I feel I'm getting to understand the rhythm of the office and am learning to work around my hatred of phones and my bad hearing.

Things are going well. The little germ incubators (ie: the children who come to the office) have gotten me sick, but other than that, all is well. I love having my weekends again. Two days off in a row without haggling with anyone is an indulgent treat that I'm still not over. I love working in SoHo, though the office is nestled between an H&M and a Banana Republic, with Sephora, Anne Taylor and Uniqlo all within eye-shot so I don't think my credit cards will forgive me. Though the damage is nowhere near as bad as I imagine because I'm still not used to a real paycheck. It's taking me some time to adjust. I do not mean to imply that I am now rolling around in money, as I am not, I am just so unused to a full time job at a respectable wage that I am a bit in shock. I haven't been a part of the white-collar world in such a long time.

In other news, I'm half done with my Christmas shopping. I'm really just stuck on the in-laws. Speaking of which, Todd's mother will be spending Christmas with us. I'm excited and stressed at the same time. What has been good enough for my friends to sleep on suddenly seems woefully inadequate for a sweet special-ed teacher from Kentucky. I like to think I keep a tidy house, but now I'm concerned about dust and cat hair (two things I often overlook when it's just Todd and I). And her visit is so short, I worry about how we'll fit the tourist-y things in, as I'm sure her first time in NYC on the holidays she'll expect to see the tree at Rockefeller Center, even if she doesn't say as much. I mean... What else is Christmas in NYC?

Oh, before I forget or don't talk to you personally... Happy Thanksgiving, yo.

I have been woefully quiet on the internerd of late. I've been busy, kinda... Real life and  playing with the Nintendo DS my husband got for me (Animal Crossing: Wild World is the game in particular) has sucked my free time away. I am addicted and I think I'm ok with it.

My landlord had a parade of strangers clomping through the building 1-2 times a week every week since my last update. Thanks to my soma-like game, I ignored almost all of them.  As of yesterday he says he's taking the building back off of the market. We'll see how that goes.

I've been waiting for Spring to fully... spring. In between 70 degree days and snowstorms, I'm just looking for a little sunshine and warm-ish weather. Now I'm counting the days till Hanami. Before I get to enjoy the cherry trees though I have to head out to LI to install and help organize a new walk-in closet for my mom. I guess it's a vacation, though not as much as my vacation in early May..

Work is meh at best. I feel that I'm stagnating and a bit miserable from it all. I'm tired of me almost-every-other-day schedule, and miss being a member of the visual team. At least then I was busy doing things I could see immediate results from. Not having customer interaction as my primary goal wasn't too sucky either. Now I spend half the week at the registers getting yelled at by customers because we're short staffed (as if I have anything to do with it!). I try to turn it around, offer them jobs "because we obviously have plenty of opportunity". Humor sometimes works to diffuse their anger. Sometimes not.

There's something a special kind of terrible to be a register-person for 8 hours a day when suffering from gas. I guess it could be worse. It could be painful gas, it wasn't. But yesterday I was playing baby veal-cow (as I'm not meant to leave a 3x5 square foot bit of floorspace for 8 hours) and was trapped with my own stench. I had to smile through it and wonder if anyone on the other side of the counter could smell it. Sometimes, if the customers were awful, I hoped they could smell it, otherwise, I just breathed through my embarassment and tried not to make faces of disgust.

I've noticed a lot of people buy moving boxes the day before they have to move. And no one in NYC can wait one day to get giant plastic boxes. It's as if they all woke up in a flooded apartment to find out they had bedbugs and THEY MUST HAVE BOXES NOW! I just don't get it. More over, I don't get why they'll vent their hostility towards me for not being able to deliver their said boxes within an hour to whereever they live or work. Apparently every other place they shop have helper monkey bellhops that are just waiting in the wings to whisk their crap to location X.

Sigh. I wish my gas would go away...

My husband is a lucky guy.