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Oct. 25th, 2006 07:49 pmSo.
I don't know if my sup is flattering me or not, but I am apparently "the prize after wading through so much trash" and "have a lovely phone voice". Apparently, the litmus for the position I'm in is an average of four days, if the teasing commentary from passersby is to be believed. I also "don't annoy" my sup (though I candidly offered to, which she found amusing); I'll assume I'm doing well so far.
I'm hearing a lot of good feedback from folks, though, which means that if I last, I just may have the negotiating power to ask for the salary I want. Now all I have to do is get used to the drive. (Bah, surface streets. I feel like I'm driving to high school in the morning all over again. Which is a bit of a hurdle in itself. Especially since I've surpassed what I weighed in high school as a comfort-food-er. Now I'm a compulsive eater. It's really, really disturbing how often I catch myself actively seeking out food when I'm not hungry. And I don't mean the fridge. I mean drive-thrus, snack stands, vending machines... it's terrible. I have never weighed so much in my life. I'm at least 30 pounds over what my "ideal" weight is, 20-25 over what I can keep off. I only have 3 pair of work pants that I can actually get on, and lemme tell you, it takes control-top undies to avoid the 'toe showing.)
But. Things are looking good. Also, if I get used to being in my own skin in this new environment (a slow process - I remember having trouble going to school until about 2/3 of the way through the third quarter - I do NOT like change), I'll be able to use the gym in the basement (by the morgue ^_^) to exercise after work. Seriously, bringing a change of clothes and tennis shoes and getting the perks of a gym without the fees is pretty sweet.
Concerns as of today: the place is getting a budget cut. This means that the downsizing that made my supervisor crazy-busy? Will continue. I may or may not even have a position to negotiate at the end of this, if my sup's paranoia is any indicator. My sup is also vaguely reminiscent of a previous sup two jobs or so back - really, really nice, but I'm waiting for the teeth after two months and that pay raise. (It's hard not to be paranoid when you realize you can out-earn your supervisor through the power of a college degree.)
Also, Naamah's post on body image today struck a few tender spots in my brain, so you can ignore the pouty-mc-whinypants bits in this. I'm certain there will be something much more wangsty and juicy in a later update. ;p
I don't know if my sup is flattering me or not, but I am apparently "the prize after wading through so much trash" and "have a lovely phone voice". Apparently, the litmus for the position I'm in is an average of four days, if the teasing commentary from passersby is to be believed. I also "don't annoy" my sup (though I candidly offered to, which she found amusing); I'll assume I'm doing well so far.
I'm hearing a lot of good feedback from folks, though, which means that if I last, I just may have the negotiating power to ask for the salary I want. Now all I have to do is get used to the drive. (Bah, surface streets. I feel like I'm driving to high school in the morning all over again. Which is a bit of a hurdle in itself. Especially since I've surpassed what I weighed in high school as a comfort-food-er. Now I'm a compulsive eater. It's really, really disturbing how often I catch myself actively seeking out food when I'm not hungry. And I don't mean the fridge. I mean drive-thrus, snack stands, vending machines... it's terrible. I have never weighed so much in my life. I'm at least 30 pounds over what my "ideal" weight is, 20-25 over what I can keep off. I only have 3 pair of work pants that I can actually get on, and lemme tell you, it takes control-top undies to avoid the 'toe showing.)
But. Things are looking good. Also, if I get used to being in my own skin in this new environment (a slow process - I remember having trouble going to school until about 2/3 of the way through the third quarter - I do NOT like change), I'll be able to use the gym in the basement (by the morgue ^_^) to exercise after work. Seriously, bringing a change of clothes and tennis shoes and getting the perks of a gym without the fees is pretty sweet.
Concerns as of today: the place is getting a budget cut. This means that the downsizing that made my supervisor crazy-busy? Will continue. I may or may not even have a position to negotiate at the end of this, if my sup's paranoia is any indicator. My sup is also vaguely reminiscent of a previous sup two jobs or so back - really, really nice, but I'm waiting for the teeth after two months and that pay raise. (It's hard not to be paranoid when you realize you can out-earn your supervisor through the power of a college degree.)
Also, Naamah's post on body image today struck a few tender spots in my brain, so you can ignore the pouty-mc-whinypants bits in this. I'm certain there will be something much more wangsty and juicy in a later update. ;p
