I promised Krishna I'd give details about my new job as soon as I found out what I did. There's actually quite I lot that I can't really say online or in print as a general rule without risking termination. It's a business thing, you know? Still, Co-workers are cool. Sort of. Most of them. I actually already knew quite a few of them from trips that I've gone on with them in the past. We have a community trough in which, as the little piggies that Airline is known to keep, everyone in my department comes and gorges their faces whenever they need a break. Needless to say, there was always someone in my area and it was sort of hard to concentrate. Plus I hate, HATE desk jobs, so it was already hard for me to stay motivated.
My mother didn't realize I felt so strongly about it until today and apologized for pressuring me into taking the job. Apparently she just wanted to make sure that I had a life this summer when, in reality, it was taken from me the moment I agreed to work.
See, here's the thing. I like to sleep in. Noted, that doesn't happen anymore because I have been, lately, lucky to get 4 hours of sleep in one night; usually this sleep comes after 2 am. Not cool. Anyway, then I've got my morning routine which consists of reading The Board, some blogs, checking email, facebook, and occasionally chatting with people that happen to be online. I also tend to practice the piano in the mornings. And, of course, showering and general good grooming habits also ensue around this time of day. Afternoons at home consist of running errands with Cherish and her small child, being crafty with her, or running around town by myself. When I'm in Cougar Town my afternoons are usually full of running around taking care of business and spending time with friends/roommates (when I'm getting along with them or they are, at the very least, not driving me insane). Now that I've got my job, I have to work from 1-5 at least (I should work longer, but I don't know that I will ever), which sort of takes control over the entire afternoon and leaves me with no time to do what I want to do. Dinner's going to be ready by the time I get home every day, and after that it is generally expected that I stay home and spend time with the fam. Especially since by this time of day most of my pals, including Cherish, are busy with their own families.
I feel my few, rare moments of privacy have now dropped down to no rare moments of privacy except when I should be sleeping. You can, then, see my annoyance about having this job.
Not to mention that I hate, HATE desk jobs! (Did I mention that I hate desk jobs? Because I do. I hate desk jobs.)
Anyway, work consists of typing up C-checks for Airline, which means deciphering crummy handwriting as well as spelling and trying to get used to a keyboard that does not belong to me and that I do not like because it is laid out slightly different than the one on my Toshi.
Don't get me wrong. It's not a bad job. In fact, if you were the type of person who doesn't mind desk jobs, it would probably be one of your favorites. I know that most people who work at Airline firmly believe that my department is the funnest one to work in, so I hold a well-coveted position. But still. It is a desk job and I feel like I'm back to grading quizzes again. Only it's slightly worse than that.
I have an inkling I'm going to hate my life during the week and be so anxious for the weekend that it will probably spoil the weekend, too, because I'll worry about going to work every Monday instead of enjoying my time of relaxation.
Man alive. I wish I was still in Cougar Town right now.