first day

8/17/99

Working sucks. I haven’t had a day job in a few months, and I’m totally out of practice. When I went in today, my first day, I hated it. And when I came home miserable, and John asked me why it was so bad, I couldn’t really tell him, because I didn’t have a reason. I just turned into a pussy sometime since last May.

There were a few things that sucked, specifically. One thing: my temp agency told me to show up at 8:00. When I walked in at 7:45 I was 45 minutes late. This would have been a bad thing except that nobody cared that I was late—most of them didn’t even know I was supposed to be in at 7. Hell, most of them didn’t even know I was coming. There was one person who said, “Have trouble waking up this morning?” but even she didn’t mind that I was late.

So why was I so upset about that? God only knows.

Another bad thing: both my supervisor and the person who’s to train me were away at computer classes today. The leftover supervisor gave me a fifty page list of numbers to enter in the computer. I was occupied with this task for a good part of the morning. Until my computer froze up anyway—at which point someone thought it would be nice to share the lunch info with me. Lunch is either bring-your-own or order-at-7-am, is what she told me. Well, damn.

Due to extreme exhaustion and an untimely electrical storm, this entry must be cut short. To wrap things up, the day got better, I got over myself, but I am so incredibly tired, and I have to get up even earlier tomorrow. Night-night. Oh, by the way, I did eat lunch. And when I came home, I walked in the door, and I smelled the chili John had waiting for me, and I almost cried with happiness.