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[Not] Singing in the Rain
Since time is money (and sleep) and money (and sleep) is time, I’m going to keep this post short and sweet about my first week at work because I am mentally exhausted. For those of you that know me all too well, you’ll find it ironic that I am starting my career as an inside sales representative in which my main duty is to urge clients to make decisions promptly. In my moments of weakness (and shame), my friends have helped me weigh decisions ranging from placing a meal order to assessing my level of tiredness in proportion to my willingness to go out. Why voice all of my concerns? I trust that they know me better than I know myself ha. In turn, I am learning to use a host of information to help perfect strangers reach a decision that will affect them much more than order’s remorse at a restaurant. I’m getting long-winded in explaining the irony in my job to you, but, basically, I hope to improve my ability to make prompt decisions about my own life. I’m not saying I don’t think independently because there are also times where friends have presented perfectly good options and, ultimately, I choose what I want to do. (Now I’m in the self-defense stage.) Before I throw myself further under the bus, I’ll just explain to you my first morning because it was pretty comical.
Luckily, I live within a 1.5 mile radius of my work and the YMCA, both located downtown. This wasn’t strategic, but now this convenience is definitely a standard. Anyhow, I didn’t sleep the night before and I left the house 30 minutes early allowing for ample time to find the parking garage and saunter to the office. Well, we were required to bring our completed I-9s, W-4s and all that jazz. Naturally, I forgot my binder full of this vital paperwork because I was carrying my coffee, purse AND was disheveled by my first rain in Nashville (Self-defense #2: that day’s rainfall was record-setting). Of course it took me until I was on my way to realize I had forgotten this. SO, it was then 7:42 (training started at 8) by the time I left my house again, that time fully-equipped. I only started to wig out when I couldn’t find the correct parking garage we are supposed to park in for free as employees. (Self defense #3: the directions were wrong.) As my next alternative, I parked in a lot in which the attendants should have valeted my car and held my hand until I got to the sidewalk (AKA: it was urban parking=super $ hourly rates). Keep in mind that it’s raining. Unfamiliar with downtown and the location of that particular parking garage in relation to my building, I was wigging out because I was directionally turned around. However, I didn’t have time to stress about being lost, so I set out running down the street. Then, my umbrella did that dumb looking “trick” where it folds outward on you, leaving me high and [not] dry from the rain. Then, I was focused on not focusing on my soon-to-be wet dog appearance in the office because it was 7:53 at that point. After asking two random pedestrians where [insert address of my building] is, I took off sprinting. Long story short, I make it to the building to find my fellow trainees waiting calmly in the reception area to be told instructions. As you probably figured (if you know me), I am sweating, but, luckily, the rain disguised that to these strangers. Needless to say, it took me a WHILE to calm down. Once I finally did, we were seated in the training room and our trainer from the Dublin office is speaking. [Insert awesome accent.] All of the sudden, I got super anxious and nauseous. Reference: my post about Grady graduation and my near-fainting experience on stage. If I had to play doctor, I think this newfound unsteady feeling occurs at milestones in my life that signify big change. Fortunately I was fine after I introduced myself and the day proceeded comfortably, besides my hair constantly getting stuck in my “Hello, My Name Is:” nametag. We would call that a #postgradproblem on Twitter, but in the scheme of things, I shouldn’t complain.
On a more positive note, I really like my co-workers I have met and am learning a TON. This was the first year I could’ve done without a Labor Day because the lack of a business day made for an accelerated training week - 5 days in 4! I can’t share much more with you and nor do you probably want to hear another dramatized anecdote, but I hope everyone has a great Friday. I know 5 PM will be an even HAPPIER HOUR for me :)