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jecca_mehlota) wrote2013-04-08 08:16 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2013-04-08 08:16 pm
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So that new job.
I survived all of last week without breaking anything! Yay! It is lovely. Anyway, now that I actually have started it, let me tell you what it is!
IT IS A JOB AT A BANK.
Anyone wondering where the hell that's come from, well, welcome to the club! My father's work building is half empty, and a bit ago they decided to start renting it out. Early last month, he was wandering around, looking at the remodeling, and ran into somebody and asked what was moving in. A BANK. Well, bank offices. No actual banking. And, as everything seems to, the conversation turned to me and the guy was like omg tell her to apply here is my card USE ME AS A REFERENCE. Which is ... kiiinda weird, but okay? So, Monday night, I was like, oh, what the fuck. WHY NOT. And applied to be a commercial loan representative. TWO DAYS LATER (so Wednesday evening) I get an email saying, hey! Wanna come in for an interview? TOMORROW MORNING?
aaaa
So I called my mother, who was still in town working (it's tax season!) and panicked at her. And she hurried over and vetoed everything in my closet as acceptable Fancy Office Job interview clothes. SO WE SPED TO THE STORE and had like 30 minutes to find an outfit, which is kinda hopeless because it takes me weeks of store combing to find pants that fit, except MADNESS I just randomly grabbed a pair off a rack to check with a shirt - we thought it would look good with black pants, but let's see it on - and they fit perfectly. FREAKISH.
AND SO, JOB INTERVIEW. Only, surprise, there are actually TWO OF US because we have another department hiring that does almost the exact same thing except consumer, not commercial, so let's just kill two birds with one stone, okay? Uh. Sure.
So. Interview. TERRIFYING. And they were like, oh, by the way, we have to decide on who to hire by tomorrow evening, so you'll hear from us soon, either way.
And then I went home, de-fancied myself, and went to another job interview (the 12 hour manufacturing thing. I was specifically instructed to come casual because otherwise I'd intimidate the hiring manager, and considering this is the same company my father works for, haha, I'd believe it) and was like, well, in two months I guess I will be having 12 hour days. Because lol @ me getting hired by a bank when I have no direct qualifications or experience.
Aaaand then I got home from work Friday night and had an e-mail from the woman I'd applied to work under telling me, yeah, thanks, but sorry, and then another e-mail from corporate HR saying CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME along with an offer to work under the other woman and then I kind of hyperventilated and texted my mother incoherently, and she interrupted her Ladies' Night party at one of her friends' houses to call me and be like WHAT and then we both mostly just screamed and then all of her friends screamed and it was very overwhelming.
AND THEN MONDAY MORNING I CALLED THE NUMBER AND WAS LIKE OMG YES PLEASE HIRE ME and then I went to my work to be like TWO WEEKS, BITCHES, and found out that they'd just fired one of my coworkers, hahaha, GLORIOUS. (I'd kinda thought they might. She'd called out a lot at the beginning of the previous week - she's got a major problem with one of her hands, and it flared up and she couldn't hold anything, which kind of makes it hard to cut bread, bag bread, or basically do anything at the store? And then she stopped calling and that was really weird, so I finally looked up her number in my manager's rolodex and called her to see if she was still alive, and she is! She just couldn't deal with the crap she was getting for having to call out again, and decided, fuck it, they're not worth this hassle and I'm going to put me first, and if that means I lose my job, THEN SO BE IT. And I told her I'd just got a new job and we laughed with excitement and maybe a little bit of evilness.
And then it was two weeks of working (SUDDENLY MORE TOLERABLE) and also filling out a shitton of paperwork and getting fingerprinted and all sorts of crazy things to get ready for the new job. Fortunately, no completely new wardrobe was necessary, since I'd be joining after they moved to my father's work building, and it's casual dress now, whoooo.
My power went to my head a little, though, and I nearly got into a throw down with a customer on Easter Sunday because I AM NOT DEALING WITH YOU I AM RIGHT, YOU ARE WRONG, YOU WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?? but she made a face and walked off on me as I was explaining to her exactly why I was correct. That was kinda awesome. POWAAARRR!!!!! /jeremyclarkson
AND NOW I get to dress in comfy clothes and not wear a stupid uncomfortable shirt and apron and nametag and deal with screaming idiots and their screaming children and the screaming bake racks and the screaming freezer and EVERYTHING (except on Saturdays, because I like some of my remaining coworkers too much to completely throw them under the bus. I'm staying on for short shifts on Saturdays until they get someone new hired). And I have a desk! And a computer! And a chair! The chair is really, really comfy. Also I have a locker! And I can keep delicious snacks in my desk, SO I DO! And I can have tea or water or juice or whatever I want to drink whenever I want! Instead of feeling like I am dying of thirst. Also the sink in our kitchen has this really cool handle that automatically dispenses ready hot water, so I can just... MAKE TEA. Like magic. Fucking glorious. And I get an hour for lunch! So I can eat and read and go for a walk and still be back on time! And everything is fancy! It's awesome.
Less awesome is I have to get up at freaking 6 am to be on the bus in time to make it to work for 8, aaaaaugh, but I am adapting to that okay. It is really weird to be going to bed at like 11 pm or earlier. SO, SO WEIRD.
BUT I GET HOME SO MUCH EARLIER and I can make dinner and GET THINGS DONE so it doesn't really feel like I am losing all this time. Getting home at 6 is miles above getting home at 9:30.
Anyway, I mostly spend my days checking paperwork for errors and entering things into computers and adding information onto accounts. I WAS BORN TO DO THIS.
Also my salary is doubled from what I was making and I get 91 hours of vacation time this year (AND MORE NEXT YEAR) so woooo paid time off to go to a robot convention? HECK YES.
ALSO ONE MORE since I successfully got a job first, I got my brother's old desktop, so now I have POWERFUL GAMING COMPUTER and yeee it's fantastic. Still playing XI on this thing, just 'cause it's convenient (NEW EXPANSION JUST CAME OUT AAAAA), but XIVARR I AM READY FOR YOU.
AGAIN.
STILL.
WHICHEVER IT IS HURRY THE FUCK UP, GEEZ. Rana, I miss you. :( (I have never had a character establish herself so fast, I mean, what the hell, girl?)
ANYWAY. CONSUMER LOAN MONITORING REPRESENTATIVE IS ME. Joy!
My roommate is watching Supernatural now and oh my god they are so young, it's really weird.
But I am watching Adventure Time so, I mean, weird is kinda...
IT IS A JOB AT A BANK.
Anyone wondering where the hell that's come from, well, welcome to the club! My father's work building is half empty, and a bit ago they decided to start renting it out. Early last month, he was wandering around, looking at the remodeling, and ran into somebody and asked what was moving in. A BANK. Well, bank offices. No actual banking. And, as everything seems to, the conversation turned to me and the guy was like omg tell her to apply here is my card USE ME AS A REFERENCE. Which is ... kiiinda weird, but okay? So, Monday night, I was like, oh, what the fuck. WHY NOT. And applied to be a commercial loan representative. TWO DAYS LATER (so Wednesday evening) I get an email saying, hey! Wanna come in for an interview? TOMORROW MORNING?
aaaa
So I called my mother, who was still in town working (it's tax season!) and panicked at her. And she hurried over and vetoed everything in my closet as acceptable Fancy Office Job interview clothes. SO WE SPED TO THE STORE and had like 30 minutes to find an outfit, which is kinda hopeless because it takes me weeks of store combing to find pants that fit, except MADNESS I just randomly grabbed a pair off a rack to check with a shirt - we thought it would look good with black pants, but let's see it on - and they fit perfectly. FREAKISH.
AND SO, JOB INTERVIEW. Only, surprise, there are actually TWO OF US because we have another department hiring that does almost the exact same thing except consumer, not commercial, so let's just kill two birds with one stone, okay? Uh. Sure.
So. Interview. TERRIFYING. And they were like, oh, by the way, we have to decide on who to hire by tomorrow evening, so you'll hear from us soon, either way.
And then I went home, de-fancied myself, and went to another job interview (the 12 hour manufacturing thing. I was specifically instructed to come casual because otherwise I'd intimidate the hiring manager, and considering this is the same company my father works for, haha, I'd believe it) and was like, well, in two months I guess I will be having 12 hour days. Because lol @ me getting hired by a bank when I have no direct qualifications or experience.
Aaaand then I got home from work Friday night and had an e-mail from the woman I'd applied to work under telling me, yeah, thanks, but sorry, and then another e-mail from corporate HR saying CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME along with an offer to work under the other woman and then I kind of hyperventilated and texted my mother incoherently, and she interrupted her Ladies' Night party at one of her friends' houses to call me and be like WHAT and then we both mostly just screamed and then all of her friends screamed and it was very overwhelming.
AND THEN MONDAY MORNING I CALLED THE NUMBER AND WAS LIKE OMG YES PLEASE HIRE ME and then I went to my work to be like TWO WEEKS, BITCHES, and found out that they'd just fired one of my coworkers, hahaha, GLORIOUS. (I'd kinda thought they might. She'd called out a lot at the beginning of the previous week - she's got a major problem with one of her hands, and it flared up and she couldn't hold anything, which kind of makes it hard to cut bread, bag bread, or basically do anything at the store? And then she stopped calling and that was really weird, so I finally looked up her number in my manager's rolodex and called her to see if she was still alive, and she is! She just couldn't deal with the crap she was getting for having to call out again, and decided, fuck it, they're not worth this hassle and I'm going to put me first, and if that means I lose my job, THEN SO BE IT. And I told her I'd just got a new job and we laughed with excitement and maybe a little bit of evilness.
And then it was two weeks of working (SUDDENLY MORE TOLERABLE) and also filling out a shitton of paperwork and getting fingerprinted and all sorts of crazy things to get ready for the new job. Fortunately, no completely new wardrobe was necessary, since I'd be joining after they moved to my father's work building, and it's casual dress now, whoooo.
My power went to my head a little, though, and I nearly got into a throw down with a customer on Easter Sunday because I AM NOT DEALING WITH YOU I AM RIGHT, YOU ARE WRONG, YOU WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?? but she made a face and walked off on me as I was explaining to her exactly why I was correct. That was kinda awesome. POWAAARRR!!!!! /jeremyclarkson
AND NOW I get to dress in comfy clothes and not wear a stupid uncomfortable shirt and apron and nametag and deal with screaming idiots and their screaming children and the screaming bake racks and the screaming freezer and EVERYTHING (except on Saturdays, because I like some of my remaining coworkers too much to completely throw them under the bus. I'm staying on for short shifts on Saturdays until they get someone new hired). And I have a desk! And a computer! And a chair! The chair is really, really comfy. Also I have a locker! And I can keep delicious snacks in my desk, SO I DO! And I can have tea or water or juice or whatever I want to drink whenever I want! Instead of feeling like I am dying of thirst. Also the sink in our kitchen has this really cool handle that automatically dispenses ready hot water, so I can just... MAKE TEA. Like magic. Fucking glorious. And I get an hour for lunch! So I can eat and read and go for a walk and still be back on time! And everything is fancy! It's awesome.
Less awesome is I have to get up at freaking 6 am to be on the bus in time to make it to work for 8, aaaaaugh, but I am adapting to that okay. It is really weird to be going to bed at like 11 pm or earlier. SO, SO WEIRD.
BUT I GET HOME SO MUCH EARLIER and I can make dinner and GET THINGS DONE so it doesn't really feel like I am losing all this time. Getting home at 6 is miles above getting home at 9:30.
Anyway, I mostly spend my days checking paperwork for errors and entering things into computers and adding information onto accounts. I WAS BORN TO DO THIS.
Also my salary is doubled from what I was making and I get 91 hours of vacation time this year (AND MORE NEXT YEAR) so woooo paid time off to go to a robot convention? HECK YES.
ALSO ONE MORE since I successfully got a job first, I got my brother's old desktop, so now I have POWERFUL GAMING COMPUTER and yeee it's fantastic. Still playing XI on this thing, just 'cause it's convenient (NEW EXPANSION JUST CAME OUT AAAAA), but XIVARR I AM READY FOR YOU.
AGAIN.
STILL.
WHICHEVER IT IS HURRY THE FUCK UP, GEEZ. Rana, I miss you. :( (I have never had a character establish herself so fast, I mean, what the hell, girl?)
ANYWAY. CONSUMER LOAN MONITORING REPRESENTATIVE IS ME. Joy!
My roommate is watching Supernatural now and oh my god they are so young, it's really weird.
But I am watching Adventure Time so, I mean, weird is kinda...