While, undoubtedly, there's a great deal for a person to learn about the world of whatever-it-is-I-do, it has seemed clear for the past six or seven weeks, that four months of training probably isn't necessary. I spend half the day doing the actual job, at this point, which makes it very difficult to convince myself, or the majority of those in my training class, that the remaining four hours of training and instruction are valuable enough to warrant full attention or even complete consciousness. HEY PARENTS, THAT WAS A JOKE, I'M A HARD WORKER AND EVERYONE AT WORK LIKES ME.
Seriously, that's a little true. Except for my trainer, who has an unnerving lack of affect and seems to find my casual confidence and easy command of the material a little tedious, all the coaches, supervisors and even less popular co-workers seem to find me charming and interesting.
It's really a relief to have a job that feels permanent. It's been a while. It's been quite a bit longer than it's been since I had a job that was, technically speaking, permanent. The pun seems obvious, but my job at SHPS always seemed destined for disaster. I guess every disaster looks like it should have been predictable after the fact, though. That's probably a good lesson for me at the moment.
The biggest annoyance at the new job until recently was a web filter tight enough to turn rubbing alcohol into vodka. Luckily, the new future phone has solved by daily Facebook DTs quite nicely, albeit only at pre-determined work-appropriate intervals. The phone has also been a nice reminder of how much I had missed being able to buy something nice without agonizing over its impact on my finances over the next six weeks.
I tell you, kids. Things are looking up.
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