Got through the first week...
Feb. 5th, 2006 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rayvyn2kSo, I got through the first week. And oh, how I hate working. HATE IT. I wishwishwish I could win the lottery so that I didn't have to keep leaving my house every day.
But, I haven't, so I do.
The best part about the job is the people. Everyone at State Farm (that we have come into contact with so far--including my husband) really loves working there. And I guess that is saying something. (My first week at my old job, for example, I had already run into several people who hated it there. It turns out they were right.) And the company, as a whole, seems really great. There are a couple of weird quirks...like the fact that even on casual Fridays, you cannot wear a tee shirt with any kind of writing, logos, etc on it. Nothing that is in copywrite and no "cute" sayings...so I cannot wear my Harry Potter black Marauders tee shirt. And no denim during the week of any kind. Jackets included. (I did see some offenders in the jacket area, so hmm.)
One of the worst things about the place is the parking situation. Because State Farm is consolidating their regional offices, the Murfreesboro office has had a huge influx of new (including transferred) employees. So, even though I start before 9 AM, I still have to park practically in the next county. And because the building is a virtual labyrinth, this means not only do you have to walk clear across the parking lot but you also have to walk clear across the building, too. My first day, I got into the classroom right at starting time because of this. The next day, I left ten minutes earlier with nearly the same result. So, starting on Wednesday, I left the house 45 minutes before my shift started. And the building is only five minutes away. But by leaving that early, I ensure that not only am I on time, I can usually find a parking space by the entrance I am familiar with. I can't wait until a few months have passed and I know my way around. (HATE)
We learned about the history of State Farm insurance. Their intranet site. Saw a couple of the screens we will eventually be using. Did some "team building" exercises. Introduced ourselves too many times. Got enrolled in benefits and finished up paperwork. Some of it was deadly dull, some interesting.
My classmates seem to be a pretty cool bunch overall. There is the usual mix of personalities, with a couple in particular that I sort of don't like already. (Judgemental much? Who ME?) One person in particular seems to be the "know-it-all" type who is nodding as the instructor gives the directions. *eye roll* We'll see how far that goes.
For myself, I am still nervous as hell. My husband was, and is, one of their outstanding new hires. He is really involved and they seem to have him fast-tracked for advancement. His performance review was outstanding...he recieved top marks all across the board and the highest merit increase (and bonus) they offer. He is also on a committee to meet with the Fire insurance company to work out some communication issues that have arisen. He is very modest about this, but I have been told by more than one person how wonderful he is, etc. And everyone I've met there knows his name.
That's a lot to live up to. I feel like the second child coming to high school after the star quarterback. *sigh* I know I can do the work, but there's a reputation to live up to that I'm not sure I can achieve.
So, I'm not really looking forward to going back tomorrow, but what choice do I have? I am used to living indoors, and I like to go out and buy new stuff once in a while. So, high ho, high ho, it's off to work I go again tomorrow.
I am late on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wizard_love entry. I just haven't had the time to finish it. I feel really bad about it and need to put my nose to the grindstone and just finish. I must do that this week for sure.
The Distraction of his Madding Fever was nominated for a Multifaeted Award in the Courage (Most Extreme Fic) catagory. This makes me very happy because I am very proud of that story and I worked hard on it. (Family member warning: this story is very naughty, so heed the NC-17 ratings if you are thinking of reading it.) I cannot thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
islandsmoke enough for the help and beta (aren't those words synonymous?) of that story. It really would not be as good without her input.
We're having really good "football food" tonight while we watch the Super Bowl. I'm making a cheesy chili dip to go with my Fritoes Scoops and some to-die-for nachos. YUM. I got key lime pie for dessert. So hubby and I should be all full belching by halftime. hee.
We used our new flannel sheets for the first time last night. I'm happy to report that they are soft and comfy and oh so cuddly. LOVE.
The tiara I bought for my daughter's veil came last week. It's gorgeous.
I was reading a thread on one of the Delphi Forums I visit in which a woman posted a picture of the hole her husband had punched into their wall. As I read the thread, during which the other women encouraged her to seek help as punching walls is NEVER a correct response to anything, I got very upset and started remembering my own experiences with spousal abuse that occurred during my first marriage. Hubby was sitting on the sofa watching tv, and I turned around and looked at him until he noticed and then I said: I appreciate you. He was very puzzled by that statement. Then I got up and went over to sit next to him and I just broke down and sobbed. He asked what was wrong, but at first I couldn't do anything but cry. He held me tight. When the worst had passed, I tried to explain to him, and I told him that I am so happy that I don't have to experience those awful feelings of having to tip toe around someone...never knowing when they are going to blow up about any little thing. And I told him that I had such a better appreciation for our marriage and relationship because of what I had experienced before. That was rough for me, but it goes to show that the feelings and memories of that horrific time are still inside. Thankfully, it is all in the past.
Guess that's it for now. I'm off to start making football food. (To be honest, I'm really more interested in the commercials than the game!)
But, I haven't, so I do.
The best part about the job is the people. Everyone at State Farm (that we have come into contact with so far--including my husband) really loves working there. And I guess that is saying something. (My first week at my old job, for example, I had already run into several people who hated it there. It turns out they were right.) And the company, as a whole, seems really great. There are a couple of weird quirks...like the fact that even on casual Fridays, you cannot wear a tee shirt with any kind of writing, logos, etc on it. Nothing that is in copywrite and no "cute" sayings...so I cannot wear my Harry Potter black Marauders tee shirt. And no denim during the week of any kind. Jackets included. (I did see some offenders in the jacket area, so hmm.)
One of the worst things about the place is the parking situation. Because State Farm is consolidating their regional offices, the Murfreesboro office has had a huge influx of new (including transferred) employees. So, even though I start before 9 AM, I still have to park practically in the next county. And because the building is a virtual labyrinth, this means not only do you have to walk clear across the parking lot but you also have to walk clear across the building, too. My first day, I got into the classroom right at starting time because of this. The next day, I left ten minutes earlier with nearly the same result. So, starting on Wednesday, I left the house 45 minutes before my shift started. And the building is only five minutes away. But by leaving that early, I ensure that not only am I on time, I can usually find a parking space by the entrance I am familiar with. I can't wait until a few months have passed and I know my way around. (HATE)
We learned about the history of State Farm insurance. Their intranet site. Saw a couple of the screens we will eventually be using. Did some "team building" exercises. Introduced ourselves too many times. Got enrolled in benefits and finished up paperwork. Some of it was deadly dull, some interesting.
My classmates seem to be a pretty cool bunch overall. There is the usual mix of personalities, with a couple in particular that I sort of don't like already. (Judgemental much? Who ME?) One person in particular seems to be the "know-it-all" type who is nodding as the instructor gives the directions. *eye roll* We'll see how far that goes.
For myself, I am still nervous as hell. My husband was, and is, one of their outstanding new hires. He is really involved and they seem to have him fast-tracked for advancement. His performance review was outstanding...he recieved top marks all across the board and the highest merit increase (and bonus) they offer. He is also on a committee to meet with the Fire insurance company to work out some communication issues that have arisen. He is very modest about this, but I have been told by more than one person how wonderful he is, etc. And everyone I've met there knows his name.
That's a lot to live up to. I feel like the second child coming to high school after the star quarterback. *sigh* I know I can do the work, but there's a reputation to live up to that I'm not sure I can achieve.
So, I'm not really looking forward to going back tomorrow, but what choice do I have? I am used to living indoors, and I like to go out and buy new stuff once in a while. So, high ho, high ho, it's off to work I go again tomorrow.
I am late on my
wizard_love entry. I just haven't had the time to finish it. I feel really bad about it and need to put my nose to the grindstone and just finish. I must do that this week for sure.The Distraction of his Madding Fever was nominated for a Multifaeted Award in the Courage (Most Extreme Fic) catagory. This makes me very happy because I am very proud of that story and I worked hard on it. (Family member warning: this story is very naughty, so heed the NC-17 ratings if you are thinking of reading it.) I cannot thank
islandsmoke enough for the help and beta (aren't those words synonymous?) of that story. It really would not be as good without her input.We're having really good "football food" tonight while we watch the Super Bowl. I'm making a cheesy chili dip to go with my Fritoes Scoops and some to-die-for nachos. YUM. I got key lime pie for dessert. So hubby and I should be all full belching by halftime. hee.
We used our new flannel sheets for the first time last night. I'm happy to report that they are soft and comfy and oh so cuddly. LOVE.
The tiara I bought for my daughter's veil came last week. It's gorgeous.
I was reading a thread on one of the Delphi Forums I visit in which a woman posted a picture of the hole her husband had punched into their wall. As I read the thread, during which the other women encouraged her to seek help as punching walls is NEVER a correct response to anything, I got very upset and started remembering my own experiences with spousal abuse that occurred during my first marriage. Hubby was sitting on the sofa watching tv, and I turned around and looked at him until he noticed and then I said: I appreciate you. He was very puzzled by that statement. Then I got up and went over to sit next to him and I just broke down and sobbed. He asked what was wrong, but at first I couldn't do anything but cry. He held me tight. When the worst had passed, I tried to explain to him, and I told him that I am so happy that I don't have to experience those awful feelings of having to tip toe around someone...never knowing when they are going to blow up about any little thing. And I told him that I had such a better appreciation for our marriage and relationship because of what I had experienced before. That was rough for me, but it goes to show that the feelings and memories of that horrific time are still inside. Thankfully, it is all in the past.
Guess that's it for now. I'm off to start making football food. (To be honest, I'm really more interested in the commercials than the game!)
