Saturday, Sept. 02, 2006
What a World, What a World
I made it to Saturday - first week of the new job under my belt. Of course, I'm still not doing a whole lot of what will be my main job - I'm more (seriously) training to be manager, though I'm also learning some basic processes and workflows along the way.
The latter of those is the challenging part of any job. It's not just how to do your primary work, but what goes to whom and how and how many copies and yada yada.
Yesterday I was told that this is probably the single hardest week (the week before Labor Day) of the year for newspapers, and obviously I made it through fine. As to whether or not I'll like the job - well, as WildRosie put it, it's a ball-buster, which I already knew. But at least it's a ball-buster that pays pretty well, which is a hell of a lot more than I've ever had before. Add to that benefits and so on and I'll cope, whether I like the job or not.
And it's a three-day weekend, during which I am quite content to be a vegetable for as long as I can. I've got some laundry to do and so on, nothing that I wouldn't have to do anyway; and the plan is for us to drive into town today so MC has a chance to learn the area a little better. With only one vehicle it's kind of challenging, with us living this far out. Same principle as when we were in Payson. But we've already been talking about what it would take to get another small, older car for him to use to tool around. Not possible on our current budget but it's something to think about in the relatively near future, anyway.
Anywho, my attention span at the moment is about twenty seconds or thereabouts, which puts me right up there with a goldfish in terms of intellectual acuity. That also means I'll spare you any further incoherent ramblings for today. I've got a new people to do, places to meet, and gotta figure out something for lunch before long. A woman's work is never done but sooner or later I quit anyway, hehe.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )