My head is spinning...
Well to put it plainly--I'm totally baffled. Apparantly it's just a tad more complex than just taking customer orders. It's more like--juggle 30 different orders at the same time, all of which are at different stages of production and have different designations and different destinations, all the while answering the phone, helping do copy jobs, help people that walk in the front, and whatever else might come up. I don't know if I can put into words how complex all of this--inboxes and outboxes everywhere, all for different purposes, and so forth. I don't know, maybe I'm just a wimp or something, or I'm just whining. But after the first day, I still only have a very vague understanding of the mechanics of the job. It was like going to an automobile factory, trying to observe as closely as possible a car being built, but only seeing it at various, random stages of production. Or maybe just simply put, its like reading a novel out of sequence. You may be able to understand some of the themes in the story being told, but they don't make any sense because there's no order.
I was told, or at least reassured, by the person that interviewed me that I definitely am qualified for the job, and that I had the "aptitude" for it. It makes me wonder what the hell kind of score I got on those tests they gave me when I interviewed! Or maybe I just lack all kinds of self confidence. Hopefully at some point, it will all unfold before me, and it will all make sense. But right now, I guess I have to just hold on for dear life and hope it all works out in the end.
But other than that, the day went fairly well. The commute was non-existant, fortunately. Damn, I need another car though. It looks like the deal with my neighbor's Toyota isn't going to work out--he wants too much for it right now, and he wants to wait too long, or at least too long for me. I'm not sure what the heck he's waiting for--he's got a buyer whose willing to pay, so why not sell? Oh well, its his car, he has the right to do what he pleases with it.
Until tomarrow...
