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A well-deserved day of rest
Dec. 8th, 2006 08:37 amNo graveyard shift for me tonight. Yay!
I actually got logged into all my systems at work, with the help of the nice IT guy, Gino (I kid you not —that's his name). Turns out I was a kind of roaming Typhoid Mary of computer problems: we don't have permanent individual stations at work, so whenever I logged onto a different computer I imported my system glitches. What a way to start a job!
Anyway, the night shift was pretty quiet. I got control of "The Page," which is basically an Excel spreadsheet in which we keep track of all the alarms that go off. That meant that for the most part I was kept reasonably busy filling in the blanks, tracking down the latest signal from the boomerangs (the gizmos installed in the cars in order to keep track of them) and occasionally calling clients (at 3am! Aieee!) to make sure everything was okay with their cars.
I did pretty darned well, too. Things have started making a lot more sense, and I think that I'll have the hang of all this pretty quickly. When 6am came, and suddenly the number of alarms increased exponentially (they went from two or three an hour to one every two minutes), I started freaking out slightly, as I haven't yet figured out how to adjust to that kind of workload. Next week should prove interesting, since I'll be on a busier shift.
I spent Wednesday and Thursday essentially telling the two girls I was working with how to train me. "Okay, I need you to show me [thingamy]. What do I do when [Event] takes place? Now tell me the sequence of actions for [other thingamy]." Etc. I'm not being too explicit here, partly because it wouldn't mean much to you anyway, and also because I'm not sure exactly what would constitute a violation of my NDA, and I figure better safe than sorry.
The two guys I'll be sharing the afternoon/evening shift with look like they're good people. They know their stuff, they're nice, and so far we've been having fun in the hour or so of overlap between their shift and the graveyard shift. They've also been really great about helping me out when I needed it. I'm kind of sorry I won't still be working with the two girls on graveyard, partly because I would enjoy a slightly quieter pace of work, and also because they're both quite nice and one of them has turned out to be really interesting to talk to. We ended up discussing literature and Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel for a while during a lull in activity.
So, after a slightly frustrating beginning, I am settling in nicely. Next week I start working afternoons and evenings, and will have to rotate my schedule accordingly. I am therefore cautiously optimistic.
I actually got logged into all my systems at work, with the help of the nice IT guy, Gino (I kid you not —that's his name). Turns out I was a kind of roaming Typhoid Mary of computer problems: we don't have permanent individual stations at work, so whenever I logged onto a different computer I imported my system glitches. What a way to start a job!
Anyway, the night shift was pretty quiet. I got control of "The Page," which is basically an Excel spreadsheet in which we keep track of all the alarms that go off. That meant that for the most part I was kept reasonably busy filling in the blanks, tracking down the latest signal from the boomerangs (the gizmos installed in the cars in order to keep track of them) and occasionally calling clients (at 3am! Aieee!) to make sure everything was okay with their cars.
I did pretty darned well, too. Things have started making a lot more sense, and I think that I'll have the hang of all this pretty quickly. When 6am came, and suddenly the number of alarms increased exponentially (they went from two or three an hour to one every two minutes), I started freaking out slightly, as I haven't yet figured out how to adjust to that kind of workload. Next week should prove interesting, since I'll be on a busier shift.
I spent Wednesday and Thursday essentially telling the two girls I was working with how to train me. "Okay, I need you to show me [thingamy]. What do I do when [Event] takes place? Now tell me the sequence of actions for [other thingamy]." Etc. I'm not being too explicit here, partly because it wouldn't mean much to you anyway, and also because I'm not sure exactly what would constitute a violation of my NDA, and I figure better safe than sorry.
The two guys I'll be sharing the afternoon/evening shift with look like they're good people. They know their stuff, they're nice, and so far we've been having fun in the hour or so of overlap between their shift and the graveyard shift. They've also been really great about helping me out when I needed it. I'm kind of sorry I won't still be working with the two girls on graveyard, partly because I would enjoy a slightly quieter pace of work, and also because they're both quite nice and one of them has turned out to be really interesting to talk to. We ended up discussing literature and Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel for a while during a lull in activity.
So, after a slightly frustrating beginning, I am settling in nicely. Next week I start working afternoons and evenings, and will have to rotate my schedule accordingly. I am therefore cautiously optimistic.
