| Office Space: Days 1 and 2 |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|09:14 pm] |
As of yesterday, I am now employed by Wick Communications. The job, to say the least, is different from my previous job. For the next month, I'll attempt to document what happens.
Day 1 - 12/5/06
Arriving at 8:30, I meet my new supervisor, Chad. I've talked to Chad previously on the phone, and as usual, people look nothing like they sound when you talk to them before actually seeing them. He's about 5'7", Appears to be in his early 30's, and does not seem as 'unique' as my bosses of old. Oh wait, this is a real job. Not to say that they were bad, just that Chad is much more professional. I don't think i'll have to worry about my bosses dissappearing with Louis, throwing deep dish pans, having to repeat things 3 times to simply understand the words coming out their mouths, getting fired over drugs, or being partially to extremely bi polar. Moving on, Chad handed me a stack of stapled papers that is thicker than the fall fashion issues of cosmo. After about an hour of thumbing through it, I came to the conclusion of "I have no fucking clue what the hell any of this shit is." Before, during, and after that, I shook hands with and unintentionally but expectedly forgot the name of most people I shook hands with. Being on the inside now instead of the outside like when I went for the interview, people seemed much more friendly and open. Even after the initial "Nice to meet you" that is required with the first meeting of anyone new, most still seem to be friendly and open. Almost making me forget most of their names. Almost. I'm the new guy, and wasn't good with names to begin with. After this is done, for most of the rest of the day, I just sit there next to Chad's desk as he explains the basic layout of the sections, and try to stay awake after the explanation is done. At that point, the only thing i could keep thinking was 'mother fuck, now I remember why I skipped out on so much time of the art classes at the coffee shop.' After lunch, I sat at my computer, and he gave me the overall structure of the parts of the server where I would be working, and for the last hour of the day, I resized pics. Coming home, I never did shake the drained energy feeling.
Day 2 - 12/6/06
Alarm clock going off from 6am to 712am, I waited for Guy to get out the shower. Somehow I was able to jump out of bed and into the shower when he was done, get dressed, and get to work for exactly 8am. Once there, I finish yesterday's pics before Chad tells me to layout the pics pages for the education system. For the next few hours, I comb through pics and find the text files associated with them for cutlines, and arrange it. He said fit as many pics as I could on the page. Once I was done and sent it off for proofreading, I pick up an old issue he gave me and look at how it was done before me. I'd say i fit in almost 70% more pics. Not sure if it was a good thing or not. The proofed copy comes back, leaving Chad and Suzanne scratching their heads at not only the amount of errors, but the type. Looking at the text files, I see that it wasn't me who did that.
Lunch comes around. I'm not used to having a real lunch break, haven't had one in almost 5 years. I stroll over to chick filet next door. Out the back of the store, a kid no older than 17 walks out the back, dragging a trash can. I think to myself how my job used to be not much better than that at times. Greeting the world with a slouched position, not giving two shits about what happens to it, Giving those who call out to me an apathetic response until realising that I knew and associated with them. I feel sorry for the kid, and at the same time, feel better about myself. Even though I don't know him, I hope and pray that he finds a better job soon.
After lunch, I take about 20-30 minutes fixing all of the corrections. Chad in the middle of it took off for a meeting. So after I was done, I went from about 330 to 450 with no supervisor and nothing to do. I read papers sitting around, and played on the internet a bit, anything to keep the sleepy feeling of the day before from taking over. Finally he comes in, and says tomorrow we will continue with i forget what section. I head straight for slidell for some good home cooking and help with the stack of paperwork. Even though some of it isn't answered, i'll turn it in tomorrow and have them point out the rest that even my mother didn't understand. |
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