I am starting to feel like an 80 year old.
My back hurts from my new desk chair. It's just so big! I feel like a 5 year old sitting in it.
When I come home from work, I am locked in for the night.
Once I finish dinner, I turn out all the lights in the living/kitchen area, because I know I am not going to leave my bedroom for the rest of the night.
I am in PJ's by about 7, when I like to turn on Jeopardy! and Wheel of Fortune.
Then at about 8 I crawl into bed, read my blogs, check Twitter, etc.
If I am lucky I will stay up to watch my 10 o' clock shows.
Confession: on Monday I went to bed at 8:45.
If you asked me last week how old I felt, I would have said 17 but now I'm not so sure!
On the bright side, tomorrow is Friday, and for the first time in a long time, I do not have to work this weekend. Hallelujah!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Today
Today I...
Sent a shoe sample to St. Louis
Created an excel spreadsheet...and only had to redo it about 3 times
Tore apart a shoe sample with a staple remover
Put the shoe back together using scotch tape and my bare hands
Discovered buyers like to change their minds
Made trend collages for our inspiration board
Realized that there is always a new email with a new task
Learned a lot.
Sent a shoe sample to St. Louis
Created an excel spreadsheet...and only had to redo it about 3 times
Tore apart a shoe sample with a staple remover
Put the shoe back together using scotch tape and my bare hands
Discovered buyers like to change their minds
Made trend collages for our inspiration board
Realized that there is always a new email with a new task
Learned a lot.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Big Girl Job
Yesterday, I started my big girl job.
It was scary. Really scary.
I got there about 30 minutes early, meaning 6:30 AM. Mondays I have to go in an hour earlier than everyone else to print out different sales readings for the buyers. There are a lot of forms for me to remember, and a lot of people for me to remember to give them to.
Most of the day I spent awkwardly waiting for someone (ANYONE) to tell me what I was supposed to be doing. When they did give me something to do it was usually a small task that took me about 5 minutes.
I thought it would get better at lunch time, but I soon found out that they all work through lunch (at least on Monday's ) so i went and got lunch and ate at my desk reading my 3 e-mails for the day over and over again.
Needless to say, I was an anxious mess ALL DAY. I could not wait to go home!
Today was A LOT better. I still ate lunch at my desk, but it didn't bother me as much today. I had a bit more to do today, and I got to sit with people at their desks and learn about their jobs, so it's all making a bit more sense to me!
I know it will get better. It HAS to get better.
I also know that this is not forever. And I am making more money. So I can get married. And buy a house. And a puppy.
It was scary. Really scary.
I got there about 30 minutes early, meaning 6:30 AM. Mondays I have to go in an hour earlier than everyone else to print out different sales readings for the buyers. There are a lot of forms for me to remember, and a lot of people for me to remember to give them to.
Most of the day I spent awkwardly waiting for someone (ANYONE) to tell me what I was supposed to be doing. When they did give me something to do it was usually a small task that took me about 5 minutes.
I thought it would get better at lunch time, but I soon found out that they all work through lunch (at least on Monday's ) so i went and got lunch and ate at my desk reading my 3 e-mails for the day over and over again.
Needless to say, I was an anxious mess ALL DAY. I could not wait to go home!
Today was A LOT better. I still ate lunch at my desk, but it didn't bother me as much today. I had a bit more to do today, and I got to sit with people at their desks and learn about their jobs, so it's all making a bit more sense to me!
I know it will get better. It HAS to get better.
I also know that this is not forever. And I am making more money. So I can get married. And buy a house. And a puppy.
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