Excerpts from a Diary

My New Job!

So I started my new job and I had to give a few days so that I could really get a feeel for my new employer, the environment and give myself time to read those red flags and see if I want to stay (it is a little late for that I know but I had to do something before I killed the people at my other job).

So, the vote is in and I think I am going to stay. She is a black woman (and despite all of my other experiences with black women in the workplace) I have decided that this one is different (or I hope so). It has been hectic, hectic at my job but I feel refreshed when I am done and I look back and all my tasks for the day are completed. The best part about the whole transition is that the annoying twitch on the left side of my face is gone.

I have intentionally refused to contact any person from my previous job. I think that is part of the I-got-the-hell-out attitude that I am cultivating. They had the nerve to call me yesterday, I don't even want to guess what the problem is now, and I am like if you don't know where something is then you should just start from scratch. Do you know I did not even get and exit interview...I just labeled everything with a smooth surface and left. I could careless. But they called. What do people think, I left, literally picked up all my shit and head for the door in the manner that left a lot of people like, "She left? When?" Now they are like I don't know where these files are - hahahaha, not my problem.

I think the part that I would most change about my job is the communte. I still have to contend with the people on the #13 bus. Those scary individuals and their children...the spawn of the earth, that infest the bus everyday, hacking and coughing their way to the back seat. Arrrgh! I don't know which is worst, trying to figure out how many medical afflections currently manifesting themselves in and on the people around me or knowing that the pole that I am clinging to for dear life, as the bus driver lurches us from stop to stop, is probably harvesting half of those germs. I don't know how I do it.

I can't wait to find me a cheap car and wear and mess out of it on the highway.

I like my new job but then a year ago I said the same thing about my last job and you saw the state I was in a couple months ago and that is just the stuff I could publish.

posted by Onika @ 7:03 PM