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Sep. 1st, 2006 08:16 pmThe new job is eating my brain.
This is both good and bad. The good part is that it's stimulating and I get to learn new stuff and interact with new people. So far things are still interesting.
It's closer to what I was doing at Erb Transport than my job at the bank, in that there's a lot of calling up of clients involved. I am pleased to report that I am getting over myself a whole lot faster than I did at Erb, where it took me months to work up the nerve to cold-call people, even when there were perfectly legitimate reasons for calling them. I'm still a little nervous about it now, mostly because of this slightly panicked feeling I have that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I predict that in another week or possibly two I'll be comfortable enough to handle just about any kind of phone call (incoming or outgoing) that comes my way.
My bosses are very, very nice people. I've met two out of three, since the third is on maternity leave. The two remaining bosses are both men. I guess I'll call one of them Operations!Boss and the other one Office!Boss, at least until I come up with better names for them. Those fit well enough for the moment.
Office!Boss is the one I see most often. The name is something of a misnomer, since he's often out on jobs as well, but he deals a lot more with stuff happening in the office, and he handles all the advertising and the "business" end of the business. As I mentioned, he and I seem to have a similar kind of work ethic/way of doing things, although our senses of humour are extremely different. I suspect that under the macho Italian exterior he's something of a softie. Well-hidden, but a softie. I shall keep you posted on that as I get to know him better.
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ashforestwalker, which meant that my mornings weren't quite as brutal as they might otherwise have been. So today I took public transit to work for the first time. It wasn't too bad, and I even got a seat on the bus about halfway through the route. That being said, having to be out of the house at 6:20 was kind of brutal for someone who, up until last week, was accustomed to getting up at 7:00. Gah. Much like I had to at Erb, I am now going to bed earlier than my parents (!), around 10pm or earlier if I can manage it. There's simply no other way for me to survive right now. I've been sleeping like the dead, too, which is a nice change.
The only night I didn't get to bed until about 11:30 or so was Wednesday, because that was the night of my writing jam withtoughlovemuse. That by itself wouldn't have been enough to really upset my day, except that I finished "The Sparrow" that evening. After the requisite fifteen minutes of sobbing, because the last fifty pages of the book are just. that. hard. to take, I spent the rest of the night having very vivid nightmares and more neutral dreams involving themes from the book. Gah. Badness. Mary Doria Russell is an evil, evil, brilliant woman. This book just took my breath away. I'm so glad I'm in this book club: I'm reading things it would never have occurred to me to try otherwise.
I was going to go to my dance club tonight for the first time since July, but I got home and A) was tired and B) got a phone call from the lovely and multitalentedluvenditti, who is now back in Montreal after her triumphant stay in Toronto to pursue her dream of entering the publishing business. Anyone who knows of a job in the industry should send it her way, incidentally: she is fantastic, and looking for just such an opportunity. /end plug
So now I am staying home instead and going to bed earlyish once more. Tomorrow I have band practice, and sinceowldaughter is in Toronto this weekend (hence why I got no lift this morning with ashforestwalker), I have to make my way to the space by BMW (bus/metro/walk). This means getting up at a decent hour (maybe eight thirty or maybe earlier, if I want to have a leisurely breakfast and check LJ and all that good stuff) in order to get there in good order.
I haven't mentioned how pleased I am that I'm going to get a tax refund for my bus passes. Really, this pleases me no end. Not only am I no longer paying for my car, but I will be getting money back for my passes. Yayness!
So, another exciting update about the life of Phnee. I keep thinking of pseudo-philosophical things to post about during the day (mostly while I'm on the bus), or noticing small things I want to write about, but I don't seem to have the energy for it by the time I get home. Kind of sad, really.
Oh, well, here's one thing: I keep seeing butterflies. This is kind of rare for me, so it makes me very happy when I can catch sight of one. I've seen two in the past week, so maybe they come out early in the morning. They're the kind of butterfly that exist in this area that mimic the Monarch butterfly in order to fool predators into thinking they're poisonous. I saw one flutter up to the roof of my house on Tuesday morning and sit there, opening and closing its wings, for a few moments before taking off again and flitting out of sight. The other was when I was on the bus this morning, paused at a bus stop: it flitted by my window, perhaps a foot or so away from me, and fluttered prettily in mid-air before continuing on its way.
That's all for now, then. Happy trails!
This is both good and bad. The good part is that it's stimulating and I get to learn new stuff and interact with new people. So far things are still interesting.
It's closer to what I was doing at Erb Transport than my job at the bank, in that there's a lot of calling up of clients involved. I am pleased to report that I am getting over myself a whole lot faster than I did at Erb, where it took me months to work up the nerve to cold-call people, even when there were perfectly legitimate reasons for calling them. I'm still a little nervous about it now, mostly because of this slightly panicked feeling I have that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I predict that in another week or possibly two I'll be comfortable enough to handle just about any kind of phone call (incoming or outgoing) that comes my way.
My bosses are very, very nice people. I've met two out of three, since the third is on maternity leave. The two remaining bosses are both men. I guess I'll call one of them Operations!Boss and the other one Office!Boss, at least until I come up with better names for them. Those fit well enough for the moment.
Office!Boss is the one I see most often. The name is something of a misnomer, since he's often out on jobs as well, but he deals a lot more with stuff happening in the office, and he handles all the advertising and the "business" end of the business. As I mentioned, he and I seem to have a similar kind of work ethic/way of doing things, although our senses of humour are extremely different. I suspect that under the macho Italian exterior he's something of a softie. Well-hidden, but a softie. I shall keep you posted on that as I get to know him better.
The first few days this week I was lucky enough to get a lift into work with
ashforestwalker, which meant that my mornings weren't quite as brutal as they might otherwise have been. So today I took public transit to work for the first time. It wasn't too bad, and I even got a seat on the bus about halfway through the route. That being said, having to be out of the house at 6:20 was kind of brutal for someone who, up until last week, was accustomed to getting up at 7:00. Gah. Much like I had to at Erb, I am now going to bed earlier than my parents (!), around 10pm or earlier if I can manage it. There's simply no other way for me to survive right now. I've been sleeping like the dead, too, which is a nice change.The only night I didn't get to bed until about 11:30 or so was Wednesday, because that was the night of my writing jam with
toughlovemuse. That by itself wouldn't have been enough to really upset my day, except that I finished "The Sparrow" that evening. After the requisite fifteen minutes of sobbing, because the last fifty pages of the book are just. that. hard. to take, I spent the rest of the night having very vivid nightmares and more neutral dreams involving themes from the book. Gah. Badness. Mary Doria Russell is an evil, evil, brilliant woman. This book just took my breath away. I'm so glad I'm in this book club: I'm reading things it would never have occurred to me to try otherwise.I was going to go to my dance club tonight for the first time since July, but I got home and A) was tired and B) got a phone call from the lovely and multitalented
luvenditti, who is now back in Montreal after her triumphant stay in Toronto to pursue her dream of entering the publishing business. Anyone who knows of a job in the industry should send it her way, incidentally: she is fantastic, and looking for just such an opportunity. /end plugSo now I am staying home instead and going to bed earlyish once more. Tomorrow I have band practice, and since
owldaughter is in Toronto this weekend (hence why I got no lift this morning with ashforestwalker), I have to make my way to the space by BMW (bus/metro/walk). This means getting up at a decent hour (maybe eight thirty or maybe earlier, if I want to have a leisurely breakfast and check LJ and all that good stuff) in order to get there in good order.I haven't mentioned how pleased I am that I'm going to get a tax refund for my bus passes. Really, this pleases me no end. Not only am I no longer paying for my car, but I will be getting money back for my passes. Yayness!
So, another exciting update about the life of Phnee. I keep thinking of pseudo-philosophical things to post about during the day (mostly while I'm on the bus), or noticing small things I want to write about, but I don't seem to have the energy for it by the time I get home. Kind of sad, really.
Oh, well, here's one thing: I keep seeing butterflies. This is kind of rare for me, so it makes me very happy when I can catch sight of one. I've seen two in the past week, so maybe they come out early in the morning. They're the kind of butterfly that exist in this area that mimic the Monarch butterfly in order to fool predators into thinking they're poisonous. I saw one flutter up to the roof of my house on Tuesday morning and sit there, opening and closing its wings, for a few moments before taking off again and flitting out of sight. The other was when I was on the bus this morning, paused at a bus stop: it flitted by my window, perhaps a foot or so away from me, and fluttered prettily in mid-air before continuing on its way.
That's all for now, then. Happy trails!
