Okay, I am working in an office again. A bigger one. One with unlimited office supplies. One where I get a rubber band ball. One where I get my very own cubicle. They even gave me an Outlook account, What up?
Contain yourselves though. I know I am living the American dream, but I still am the same girl who has been here for the last 2 years.
I mean, am I better than you now that I have a cubicle and you don’t? Of course, but don’t dwell on that.
I’ve gotten like six paper cuts already, which usually means you are doing well. The problem with paper cuts is that they actually hurt. Your finger ends up hurting for like two days. But you don’t want to admit it hurts, because it’s just a paper cut and you’re gonna look like a wimp. I don’t even think a paper cut should be allowed to bleed, but they do anyways.
Cardboard cuts are even worse. It’s like your whole hand is impaired after one of those. How embarrassing.
The real problem I have with starting any is that for the first six months, I can’t help but walk into the job and think “Well, this is the day I am going to get fired.”‘
It’s not that I don’t have faith in my abilities, it’s just that I feel like I am the type of person who is too friendly with people. This is a bad idea when you get to a new job. You get friendly with people and before you know it you are saying something personal about your lives and they are offended.
Or even worse, I call everyone terms of affections. Everyone from the cashier at the store to my very own mother. So, really easy to say “Thank you handsome” nonchalantly and suddenly you are being fired for sexual harassment. (Spell check changed “harassment” to “embarrassment”. Imagine getting fired for sexual embarrassment. PFF!)
Anyways, for the first 6 months I am seriously on edge about being fired. I know most places you only have to worry about it for the 90 day trial period, but no. I worry about it all the time. I go the extra mile when it comes to worrying about my job security.
Only after about 6 months when you truly have everything down are you able to realize that you are doing a good job and that they are not interested in training someone else.
Especially me. I really rock in an office setting. Which might make me sound pathetic. “I rock in an office setting, I am now the Cubicle Queen.”
I would like to think that I am destined for more than data entry, but so far that’s how this story goes.
I mean, I can go the distance. It just so happens that at the end of that distance there is a copier machine.
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