So I've been on the job two full weeks now.
Or..as my friend Karie calls it - the "tree house"...
The office I sit in is up a flight of metal stairs...in the middle of the plant.
It shakes.
A lot.
The first time it happened it scared the hell out of me.
A forklift was unloading some material off the shelves on one side of this little office tree house thing...and you would swear you were in the midst of an earthquake.
And no, I did not run screaming out of there....
But I did think about it :)
My new boss is an okay guy. Quiet. Very quiet. Doesn't like to explain how to do things. He hands me something and says "Here"...
And...I am to figure out what in the hell to do with it.
I am learning more about chemicals than I ever thought I would - or wanted to. And, I am realizing how dangerous this place I work at could actually be. But...
I am the safety assistant! So, its gotta be safe!
Right?
Right??
Awwww come on!!!
Anyway...its a job. It's not what I had hoped. It's a paycheck and that's it. It's not in my gut like the last job.
I am giving it a chance, or at least I am trying. And, its not like I can just quit because I can't. But I can continue my search for something else.
And I am....
1 comment:
It's like you say, it's a job, and a pay check. That's better than nothing. Just hang in there, and I bet you'll find what you like soon.
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