So, I've been doing some surprising soul-searching lately. Well, maybe not soul, exactly, since I've been thinking over my past behavior and having it suddenly appear to me in a completely different light -- but there isn't the term "behavior-thinking-over" or even anything that resembles it, is there?Okay. I know I've mentioned one of my colleagues in my new job, who is 23, and feels very top-of-her-game all the time. Has always viewed herself as the smartest person in the room, with the best singing voice, and the most beautiful hair. And although I can see this very clearly, I have still felt kindly toward her, and sort of amusedly tolerant of this childishness.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Today is the first day that the "Batch" process -- that's the particular, company-specific accounting process -- made sense to me. Up until today, I was following the directions step by step, slowly and carefully tabbing over to here and filling in this and then going to the next line and filling in that. But today, I know what each line means, and how they add up, and where they are supposed to fit into the leasing and transaction paperwork. It's a very good feeling!However, I also found out that since I am new, I don't get holidays off, and paid -- so although I didn't have to work yesterday, since it was a holiday, I do have to work tomorrow, which is my day off, in order to get paid for it. And this will be true until the end of my probationary period, which is 90 days. Ah, well.
Monday, February 16, 2015
My back is aching once again, but I am not nearly as a) exhausted or b) hungry as I have been in the past week or so. I brought a half pint of blueberries to snack on today, and ate them at my afternoon break. They seem to have done the trick -- I'm not even thinking about dinner!I am, however, thinking about my back, which is coyly leaning toward a spasm, but lingering on the edge, just to remind me that it has all the power in this relationship. Uncomfy -- think I'll run a bath when I get home.
"Do you need an umbrella?"
I indicated the umbrella I was holding. In my hand.
He said confidentially,
"I seem to have two."
And although I could see by looking that he did not have two, I replied, "So do I!" pointing to the little collapsible in my bag pocket.
He sat down on the bench, and remarked,
" I usually wait at the coffee shop down our way, but there's all that construction going on, so I had to come and wait here."