I’m reaching the limits of boredom. This is the perfect description of my afternoon: Nothing to do, read every weblog on my list, stuck at Patrice’s office until he’s done with work, freaking dot matrix printer noise is going to drive me crazy, bad case of heartburn after cream cheese bagel, I wanna go home NOW!
The highlight of the afternoon: One-Term President. Let’s hope! [Via Green Fairy]
I’m happy with my new job, I really am. I have worked only two days this week because I’m on training, but it’s fun; the boss is nice, the other employees too, it’s good to be able to help people to get the things they want, etc. It’s also tiring for someone who has spent a lot of time “refugée” at home, sitting in front of a computer either surfing the net, blogging or working on freelance design. Plus since it’s new, it means there are a lot of things I don’t know about and it makes it uncomfortable, but I’ll learn and I’ll be good at it, I know.
Now, today I’m at Patrice’s office again, helping these guys to prepare stuff for next week, and I can’t stop comparing. Here everything is casual, starting with the way you dress. A pair of jeans and birks are good enough, everyone laughs, there is no rush, no pressure. It is definitely not like that at my new job. There’s a dress code (because we sell clothes, fine clothes), there are goals to achieve every day, difficult customers to deal with, picky women who don’t want to pay what the products are worth and assume it is your fault they are expensive. Nope, not like this place at all.
But every experience in life is good and I’m definitely glad I found a job, by myself, that will give me independence. Nobody forced me to get it, nobody told me I had to; it was my decision and I’ll assume it like a responsibility I decided to take over and try my best to give my best, if you know what I mean. There is this book called Retail Selling Ain’t Brain Surgery, It’s Twice As Hard — Well, I’ve been on it for two days, so go figure. I guess I’ll be sweeping my credit card at Amazon soon.
The best thing is that now Patrice and I can start making plans about getting a house or another nice condo in a fancy building. We have no children, I don’t know if we’ll ever have them considering my hormonal problems. So it’s just the two of us and I think we deserve better things. Having a job makes things a little bit more possible and I thank God that even if it’s new, even if I feel stupid for now, even if I’m under pressure, I have the chance to help my husband.
Big lie on Iraq comes full circle – Interesting analogy they make with Adolf Hitler’s advertisement “guy” especially after last night that we saw a documentary on the History Channel about him. The amount of anti-semitic propaganda was just unbelievable… really disgusting.
Anyway, yesterday I also read that Bushie & Co. finally admitted that there is no link between Iraq and the September 11 attacks. I really don’t know what to think, what are they going to do now that they can’t justify the war in Iraq as part of the war against terrorism? Say they are sorry? Present excuses to the world? Meanwhile, the stupid war is costing Americans all this money. The world has gone mad, but that is nothing new for us, is it?
The best thing about being at Patrice’s office is that I don’t have to answer the phone because I don’t work here anymore, he he! I’m printing tent cards for the open house they are having next week with the varieties of flowers they are going to show and the name of the supplier, displaying the new company logo made by yours truly. And with the new kick-ass printer they’ve got it’s even better.
It was nice to arrive this morning. Everyone gave me the big smile and told me how happy they were to see me… ah! good times. I really liked working here and I wouldn’t hesitate to come back if they asked me. I gained the trust of the manager and he knew I was the one they needed for the finale touches of the open house. It’s going to be great, they have been preparing this for a few weeks now and I wish them nothing short of wonderful.
Kim said I should be on cloud nine with the new job… Yes! I’m very happy, pooped, but happy, ha ha! Yesterday was very busy, I started at 10 a.m. and left the store after 3 p.m., went to have the car oil changed, pick up the business cards we made print for Patrice’s office, stopped at the same fine store where I started working and bought myself a skirt and a top because I need to redo my wardrobe if I want to look decent (c’mon! I’ve been hibernating inside this apartment way too long).
Elisa said that it would’ve been fun if I were to work in the store that is closer to my house, but frankly… I love working at the mall, inside, rather than at a mega-centre, outside. Yes, it’s a little job with good possibilities. I like my “boss” and the other people in the store like me, they say they find me “bien fine” and for a first day 4 sales are not bad, huh? I have to go back tomorrow to continue training and then probably on Friday evening while one the girls has a day off at my expense, he he!
Now, the trick is to find the balance between the house and the new job. This apartment looks like war zone, there a clothes, books, newspapers, all kinds stuff, all around, like floating. I haven’t cooked anything this week, there’s not even milk in my fridge (panic!), and it was only the first day, but yay! I got a job. Moi, my first official job, my first “bring me an spec of your check and a photo for the employee file, let’s give you an employee code” job. It may not sound like the best job in the world, but like I said, the possibilities of growing up with the company are endless.
Now I have to go and get ready because I have to take care of my other job: freelancing. I don’t know how I found myself doing design and web design for a hire, but now they want me, they need me, they can’t live without me. And, I’m going to spend the day at Patrice’s office, at my old job, with the cool people that used to make part of my life until the day I decided it wasn’t good to mix work and marriage. That is always fun, plus there’s free lunch.
Yup, I’m tired, but life is good. Thank you all for the nice comments! Did I say the word “job” too many times in this entry? Yes, that’s because I’ve got one: A J-O-B!