First day
So today was my first day at work.
I really like the place where I'm working. Everybody's laid back, and slightly sarcastic, and really dry in their wit, and totally cool with making an ass out of themselves by doing something to make a kid smile. I love it. I fit.
Today I spent about 4 hours just hanging out in the office, because I had to do paperwork and the printer was being an ass and still attempting to process jobs from the night before. This resulted in me not being able to do my paperwork because important documents like my card to enter the building and my job description and various tax forms wouldn't print for a few hours. So I ended up hanging out, filling out the paperwork I could, and meeting everyone who works there. I love the fact that there's no real pretense about anything there...everyone's there because they want to be there, and everyone's really straightforward about things. It's so much better than all the corporate crap you get about missions and mottos and stupid terminology. Around 4 PM (I arrived there at 10 AM) I finally was throroughly paperworked out and oriented to company policies and such and was allowed to go help in a room of two-year-olds until close at 6:30, so that I could learn the ropes and learn how to close and such. It was so much fun...I love working with little kids who get really excited at the smallest of things, like a bottle full of glitter or a fire truck. They have really cool stuff, too, like a little reading nook with a sofa that's about 3 feet wide and a foot high - just the right size for someone who comes up to my thigh in height. They also have really cool toys and play areas and get to do cool things like paint tacos. It makes me happy.
I really want to work with the infants, or at least with the kids who are under 3. I feel really comfortable around them, and they're a bit easier because they listen. The older kids have a greater tendency to act out, and I'm not so confident about my abilities to handle the stuff that comes from that.
I'm really happy with my job, as of yet. It's a lot of work (once you actually get down to working) because I essentially have to be on my feet all day, paying attention to up to 12 kids at one time to make sure that they're safe and learning and having fun. Remind me that I don't want to have a ton of kids because I couldn't handle it. One or two is definitely enough.
And now for something completely different...
At the beginning of this month I had a run-in with my credit card company because a check I sent them for payment got lost in the mail. Yesterday (a full month and a half after I sent the check) I finally got a letter from the USPS telling me that they messed up and didn't deliver my letter and sending me a xerox copy of the check. My question is this: do you think I could argue with the credit card company to get my late fee taken off, since I have proof that I sent the check on time and it wasn't my fault that it didn't get there?
I'm feeling very insecurely fat at the moment. I'm going to start working out more and eating healthier again. I was doing pretty well with it for a while, but then I got slammed with pneumonia and had to worry about making sure that I ate at all and that I didn't cough up a lung by overexerting myself. I'm starting slow again, since I don't know how recovered I am: I ran five minutes and walked for five tonight and did about ten minutes of yoga for some strength training. My lungs aren't ecstatic, but they're coping, so I think I can handle the same amount tomorrow.
I think it's bedtime for me now, since I have work in the morning again. I think I'm working pretty much full time this week, and then going to a part-time regular schedule as soon as school starts. At least I think so...we haven't completely worked out my schedule yet, since the center is crazy hectic at the moment and training me was priority.
I'm really looking forward to the time when I can sit down and talk to my favorite person. She's on a beach in South Carolina somewhere...cheater.
I really like the place where I'm working. Everybody's laid back, and slightly sarcastic, and really dry in their wit, and totally cool with making an ass out of themselves by doing something to make a kid smile. I love it. I fit.
Today I spent about 4 hours just hanging out in the office, because I had to do paperwork and the printer was being an ass and still attempting to process jobs from the night before. This resulted in me not being able to do my paperwork because important documents like my card to enter the building and my job description and various tax forms wouldn't print for a few hours. So I ended up hanging out, filling out the paperwork I could, and meeting everyone who works there. I love the fact that there's no real pretense about anything there...everyone's there because they want to be there, and everyone's really straightforward about things. It's so much better than all the corporate crap you get about missions and mottos and stupid terminology. Around 4 PM (I arrived there at 10 AM) I finally was throroughly paperworked out and oriented to company policies and such and was allowed to go help in a room of two-year-olds until close at 6:30, so that I could learn the ropes and learn how to close and such. It was so much fun...I love working with little kids who get really excited at the smallest of things, like a bottle full of glitter or a fire truck. They have really cool stuff, too, like a little reading nook with a sofa that's about 3 feet wide and a foot high - just the right size for someone who comes up to my thigh in height. They also have really cool toys and play areas and get to do cool things like paint tacos. It makes me happy.
I really want to work with the infants, or at least with the kids who are under 3. I feel really comfortable around them, and they're a bit easier because they listen. The older kids have a greater tendency to act out, and I'm not so confident about my abilities to handle the stuff that comes from that.
I'm really happy with my job, as of yet. It's a lot of work (once you actually get down to working) because I essentially have to be on my feet all day, paying attention to up to 12 kids at one time to make sure that they're safe and learning and having fun. Remind me that I don't want to have a ton of kids because I couldn't handle it. One or two is definitely enough.
And now for something completely different...
At the beginning of this month I had a run-in with my credit card company because a check I sent them for payment got lost in the mail. Yesterday (a full month and a half after I sent the check) I finally got a letter from the USPS telling me that they messed up and didn't deliver my letter and sending me a xerox copy of the check. My question is this: do you think I could argue with the credit card company to get my late fee taken off, since I have proof that I sent the check on time and it wasn't my fault that it didn't get there?
I'm feeling very insecurely fat at the moment. I'm going to start working out more and eating healthier again. I was doing pretty well with it for a while, but then I got slammed with pneumonia and had to worry about making sure that I ate at all and that I didn't cough up a lung by overexerting myself. I'm starting slow again, since I don't know how recovered I am: I ran five minutes and walked for five tonight and did about ten minutes of yoga for some strength training. My lungs aren't ecstatic, but they're coping, so I think I can handle the same amount tomorrow.
I think it's bedtime for me now, since I have work in the morning again. I think I'm working pretty much full time this week, and then going to a part-time regular schedule as soon as school starts. At least I think so...we haven't completely worked out my schedule yet, since the center is crazy hectic at the moment and training me was priority.
I'm really looking forward to the time when I can sit down and talk to my favorite person. She's on a beach in South Carolina somewhere...cheater.