...Yikes-a-mola!
Why is the best time to blog always in the middle of the night? Okay, well maybe not the MIDDLE of the night, but darn near close enough. Oh, right! I think it's because I have a day job. Whoa, I hadn't thought of this, but how AWESOME would it be to be a professional blogger? Ah, well, a girl can dream, right?
In any case, the real reason for this post is to describe to you the pitfalls of my new job in publishing. Are you ready? Here they come:
1. Being surrounded by people that love to read as much (and more) than myself is definitely exposing my inner nerd more than has previously been seen. Squeals erupted from my face when I was told that one of my favorite authors, Robin Jones Gunn, is continuing with another spin-off series from The Christy Miller series. It's the Katie Weldon series. Best of all? My co-worker was right there with me in the enthusiasm department. Scary, isn't it? It's like working with MOVIE STARS, people! We might even start a book club and read the books together. (oh the horrors!) The little girl that would rather read and eat her lunch in elementary school than to EVER strike up a conversation with a living breathing person is back and better than ever.
2. Being ensconced with bookshelves on every side in my new place of work distracts me and I end up wandering the halls aimlessly (ha!) looking at book spine after book spine trying to see with glazed over eyes if there is anything new on the shelf that I can pilfer for myself. And by pilfer, I mean gain access to legally...
3. Being handed stacks of books to take home and read for my very own self is reminding me how much I missed the wonderful wide world of fiction up until this point. All of the frenzied "college skimming" of books severely dulled my book appetite. Well, no more! Now, I can see a whole new horizon that includes me spending half of my paycheck on rent and the other half on books. Because, you see, I won't be able to just read the ones I get for free...Oh, no, that would be too EASY! So if you see me meandering through the streets disheveled and looking for food, oblige me, won't you? It's all in the name of suffering for my craft.
4. Working with people my own age makes me want to hang out with them outside of work. Case in point - ice skating with a co-worker today. While I enjoyed it immensely, my ankles hate me tonight. All because of a poor sock choice. Sheesh. Well, at least I have a plan for next time. Provided there IS a next time...After all, my skating partner wisely packed the correct socks for such an excursion and therefore was held back by my stupidity.
5. Having a good communicator for a boss has spoiled me such that I will never be able to move on from this position and will rot in my current assistant office chair. I just KNOW there cannot be a better situation out there. Try and contradict me if you must...
6. Working with author/celebrities has ruined me on normal people. Now, in any conversation with me, you must use correct grammar (which I can't even always do :)) and speak publisher-ese in order to get an audience with me. Because I know you are all out there clamoring for an audience with the Amazon Queen.*
That's all I've got for now. Sorry it's been a while since my last post...I've had lots to say rolling inside my brain, but scant time and creative energy to actually follow through. Speaking of my brain, I think it's found the off switch, so I'm off (ha!) to bed. Talk at you soon!
*Amazon Queen is not a title highlighting my massive height or mad skills with a machete in the middle of the rain forest. It is a title given to me by my co-worker Allison, who has put me in charge of all items having to do with amazon.com. Trust me, I'm going to need a crown and scepter when all this is through. I wonder if I can write that into the benefits for next year??
8.24.2007
8.15.2007
BTW
Oh, btw, I'm pretty sure that I spelled a lot of words in my previous post incorrectly. Please forgive me and know that it is just because I forgot to spell check before publishing. :(
If you can't find it in your heart to forgive me...well...no one is forcing you to check this blog. :)
If you can't find it in your heart to forgive me...well...no one is forcing you to check this blog. :)
A Clacker in the Making
Hello, all. It's about 9:30 PM here in Colorado and I'm feeling good and also hydrated. I love ice...
Tonight I joined the YMCA. It was a very exciting step for me, made possible by my employer and the "Health and Fitness" beneft. Gotta love big companies!!
I spent about 45 minutes there with friends riding the bike, doing this weird semi-eliptical machine and weights. Weights intimidate me, I must say, but with a few tips from my expert friends, I was good to go! The smell of the room reminded me of our old wrestling gym and my days as a cheerleader. Now, I'd like to think I was keeping up with the body-builder/military/kung fu guy next to me, but I think he might have been lifting more than 5 lbs. :)
Normally, we would have gone to Hip Hop class, but ALAS! Our teacher Vanessa was out and the salsa teacher was subbing and they had already started, hence the "Plan B".
Totally unrelated, but let me let YOU in on a story that was forming in my brain today.
Rewind 5 months to the FABULOUS month of March, home of my birthday, St. Patrick's Day AND my sister's wedding. This was my first time being IN a wedding as a maid of honor, so I was "honor" bound to live by the bride's wishes regarding clothing, etc. In preparation for such a momentous occasion, I went and purchased something that is pretty foreign to my closet...high heel shoes. Now, it's not that I can't appreciate the subtle complexities of a height increase. Believe me, I understand the value of it!
For me, the high heel has been the archnemesis of my friend, foot comfort. However, for the wedding, I was sure I had found the perfect shoe that would display my feet in the elegant way befitting someone of my title. They are awfully cute...and they went with the design of the dress.
On the day of the wedding, I managed to walk down the aisle and get up the stairs without any embarrassing fumbles, only to find that my greatest challenges would be standing in one place for 20 minutes. If I didn't have the ceremony distracting me (and causing me to well up with an amount of water that I didn't know was possible for a human being to expend out of their eyes), I would have died. I'm certain of it.
As soon as we got to the reception, those puppies were cast off of my feet and I was sure that I would NEVER put them on again. Live and learn, right?
Fast forward to my job interview for Multnomah a month ago. Clogs just didn't seem appropriate footwear for my carefully selected ensamble and my sequined Indian moccassin type shoes also seemed a little out of place, so out came the heels.
Since that time, I've worn them frequently, must to the dismay of my squinched toes. I know there is such a thing as comfortable high heels, but to me it seems like an oxymoron. There is such an art to wearing high heels well and I must say that I don't think I've mastered yet (I think other passerbys would agree). I feel like I'm clomping forward, trying to be sophisticated, rather than actually BEING sophisticated.
I do feel a responsibility, though, to continue in the pursuit of high heel walking mastery. I am, after all, over a quarter of a century old and let's be honest - I DO need the height. I think I just need to lean back and give a little more attitude than I'm currently giving.
As they say, attitude goes a long way! If that's true, then far be it from me to stand (or walk) in the way of progress.
Tonight I joined the YMCA. It was a very exciting step for me, made possible by my employer and the "Health and Fitness" beneft. Gotta love big companies!!
I spent about 45 minutes there with friends riding the bike, doing this weird semi-eliptical machine and weights. Weights intimidate me, I must say, but with a few tips from my expert friends, I was good to go! The smell of the room reminded me of our old wrestling gym and my days as a cheerleader. Now, I'd like to think I was keeping up with the body-builder/military/kung fu guy next to me, but I think he might have been lifting more than 5 lbs. :)
Normally, we would have gone to Hip Hop class, but ALAS! Our teacher Vanessa was out and the salsa teacher was subbing and they had already started, hence the "Plan B".
Totally unrelated, but let me let YOU in on a story that was forming in my brain today.
Rewind 5 months to the FABULOUS month of March, home of my birthday, St. Patrick's Day AND my sister's wedding. This was my first time being IN a wedding as a maid of honor, so I was "honor" bound to live by the bride's wishes regarding clothing, etc. In preparation for such a momentous occasion, I went and purchased something that is pretty foreign to my closet...high heel shoes. Now, it's not that I can't appreciate the subtle complexities of a height increase. Believe me, I understand the value of it!
For me, the high heel has been the archnemesis of my friend, foot comfort. However, for the wedding, I was sure I had found the perfect shoe that would display my feet in the elegant way befitting someone of my title. They are awfully cute...and they went with the design of the dress.
On the day of the wedding, I managed to walk down the aisle and get up the stairs without any embarrassing fumbles, only to find that my greatest challenges would be standing in one place for 20 minutes. If I didn't have the ceremony distracting me (and causing me to well up with an amount of water that I didn't know was possible for a human being to expend out of their eyes), I would have died. I'm certain of it.
As soon as we got to the reception, those puppies were cast off of my feet and I was sure that I would NEVER put them on again. Live and learn, right?
Fast forward to my job interview for Multnomah a month ago. Clogs just didn't seem appropriate footwear for my carefully selected ensamble and my sequined Indian moccassin type shoes also seemed a little out of place, so out came the heels.
Since that time, I've worn them frequently, must to the dismay of my squinched toes. I know there is such a thing as comfortable high heels, but to me it seems like an oxymoron. There is such an art to wearing high heels well and I must say that I don't think I've mastered yet (I think other passerbys would agree). I feel like I'm clomping forward, trying to be sophisticated, rather than actually BEING sophisticated.
I do feel a responsibility, though, to continue in the pursuit of high heel walking mastery. I am, after all, over a quarter of a century old and let's be honest - I DO need the height. I think I just need to lean back and give a little more attitude than I'm currently giving.
As they say, attitude goes a long way! If that's true, then far be it from me to stand (or walk) in the way of progress.
8.13.2007
I Can See Clearly Now...
...the rain is gone.
So, I've passed the 1 week mark at work and am well on my way to surpassing the 2nd week as well. I think if I were going to have been eaten by wolves, I would have by now. Don't you think?
Here's the thing about starting at the beginning of August...everyone is in the middle of a vacation, on their way to a vacation or just returning home from a vacation. It's been a little ghost-town like in my neck of the office...until today, that is. Today seemed like the mass entrance for all returning home conquerors of relaxation.
There were pictures of new babies, scenery and wedding photos gallore. The halls hummed with the tales of various travels...and it reminded me that I really don't know anyone at all. This was only heightened with an experience of going to lunch with a few girls from the office.
It's just an awkward experience sometimes to get to know a number of people in a short amount of time...I forgot how weird it feels to be the outsider. You would think I would have remembered from moving to different schools my whole life! Being the "new girl" has its hype, but it wears off relatively quickly (like within 2 weeks?). :)
On the upside, though...I found out that for my job I get to post excerpts of all the books into our database. This feeds into websites like Amazon and Barnes and Noble (no pressure, right??) So BASICALLY I get paid to read. :) This is SO the best job ever...and with time, I think it will only get better.
So, I've passed the 1 week mark at work and am well on my way to surpassing the 2nd week as well. I think if I were going to have been eaten by wolves, I would have by now. Don't you think?
Here's the thing about starting at the beginning of August...everyone is in the middle of a vacation, on their way to a vacation or just returning home from a vacation. It's been a little ghost-town like in my neck of the office...until today, that is. Today seemed like the mass entrance for all returning home conquerors of relaxation.
There were pictures of new babies, scenery and wedding photos gallore. The halls hummed with the tales of various travels...and it reminded me that I really don't know anyone at all. This was only heightened with an experience of going to lunch with a few girls from the office.
It's just an awkward experience sometimes to get to know a number of people in a short amount of time...I forgot how weird it feels to be the outsider. You would think I would have remembered from moving to different schools my whole life! Being the "new girl" has its hype, but it wears off relatively quickly (like within 2 weeks?). :)
On the upside, though...I found out that for my job I get to post excerpts of all the books into our database. This feeds into websites like Amazon and Barnes and Noble (no pressure, right??) So BASICALLY I get paid to read. :) This is SO the best job ever...and with time, I think it will only get better.
APPROVED!
YAY! So, all my dilligence paid off and I got approved for my Sallie Mae consolidation loans! Hello, $200 savings per month!!!
Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.
Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.
8.09.2007
I'm Just Sayin'
Writing has always been the way that I process my thoughts...so I apologize in advance if this post makes very little sense.
So, in many scenarios, I've found myself biting my tongue. Not literally (usually not, at least), but quite frequently as of late I've found that my mind has been racing with lots and lots of thoughts that I can't really say. It's pretty difficult to get me mad...by that I don't mean "Hey jerk, you just cut me off!" essence of the word, but more the beginnings of rage boiling the bottom of my stomach. It really does take a lot to get me there...I'm pretty easy-going and intellectual about the those types of things usually.
As adults, there are things that we just learn not to say. That's why Bill Cosby made such a splash with "Kids say the darndest Things"...there's a learning and maturing process that happens in our society. Our mental grid gets more tightly woven and only certain things get through the sieve. Then there is always the possibility that my NOT saying what I truly think/feel is my way of pleasing people and hiding the ugliness that is in me (and all of us).
It's sometimes hard to distinguish for me. I have no doubt or disillusionment about the fact that my base reactions are usually not the most Christ-like way to react. And I try not to...I try to get to the bottom of the root issue...otherwise it's like batting an annoying fly around instead of smashing it with a fly-swatter. But sometimes (for me, at least) it's overwhelming. And then there are those times that in the heat of the moment, I pull back a retort that will only scathe the person it is directed to and go back to my every day tasks...only to realize later that I never really dealt with it in the way that I was supposed to. And THAT'S not good for anyone's constitution (American or otherwise).
So, this is me...asking the Lord for wisdom about my predicament and to direct me to say what needs to be said (even if others won't like it) and to hold my tongue when my words will do no good...Boy, that James really go it right, didn't he? The tongue really is the rudder that steers the whole ship...Hopefully, I've not already capsized! :)
So, in many scenarios, I've found myself biting my tongue. Not literally (usually not, at least), but quite frequently as of late I've found that my mind has been racing with lots and lots of thoughts that I can't really say. It's pretty difficult to get me mad...by that I don't mean "Hey jerk, you just cut me off!" essence of the word, but more the beginnings of rage boiling the bottom of my stomach. It really does take a lot to get me there...I'm pretty easy-going and intellectual about the those types of things usually.
As adults, there are things that we just learn not to say. That's why Bill Cosby made such a splash with "Kids say the darndest Things"...there's a learning and maturing process that happens in our society. Our mental grid gets more tightly woven and only certain things get through the sieve. Then there is always the possibility that my NOT saying what I truly think/feel is my way of pleasing people and hiding the ugliness that is in me (and all of us).
It's sometimes hard to distinguish for me. I have no doubt or disillusionment about the fact that my base reactions are usually not the most Christ-like way to react. And I try not to...I try to get to the bottom of the root issue...otherwise it's like batting an annoying fly around instead of smashing it with a fly-swatter. But sometimes (for me, at least) it's overwhelming. And then there are those times that in the heat of the moment, I pull back a retort that will only scathe the person it is directed to and go back to my every day tasks...only to realize later that I never really dealt with it in the way that I was supposed to. And THAT'S not good for anyone's constitution (American or otherwise).
So, this is me...asking the Lord for wisdom about my predicament and to direct me to say what needs to be said (even if others won't like it) and to hold my tongue when my words will do no good...Boy, that James really go it right, didn't he? The tongue really is the rudder that steers the whole ship...Hopefully, I've not already capsized! :)
Back to the grind...
Well, after the last three nights I've had, it will be difficult going back to normal existance. However, on the upside, the nights following these will probably result in more sleep. :)
Tuesday and Wednesday night were a frantic race against the clock (and my sleepy eyes) to finish "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". This was sooo the best fiction book I've ever read. I know it came out about a month ago, but I've been on a mission. First, I read "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" before I saw the movie to make sure I was making the most of the experience. :) (Oh, yes, I'm one of THOSE). I think it may have backfired on me, though, because the whole movie I was reverting in my mind to the printed pages and comparing and contrasting - quite a mental excersize when the book is 870 pages! I may have to see it again to really enjoy it...
Then, I read the NEXT book "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" so that I would remember everything that I skimmed college-style when the book first came out. What can I say, I was desperate to get to the end!
THEN, I was able to dive into "The Deathly Hallows" with an armory of useful details henceforth ingrained in my memory...it was worth it.
Now, it may seem like a lot of effort, but it's that feeling that something you love is ending. Ever since my childhood, my books have been the best friends I've known...sounds cheesy, but it is just the facts. When you move a lot, pen pals will only take you so far :) Harry Potter is over, but at least I had the crowning acheivement of sucking dry the experience, eh?
Tonight, I saw the much-anticipated movie "The Bourne Ultimatum". Really good movie and worth the money if you liked the other two...it's the best movie I've seen in a long time - starts out with adreneline and doesn't let up until the end credits.
I think, now, my life is like the 4th Mission Impossible movie. Okay, so maybe you can't draw a LOT of parallels, as I don't really bear a resemblence to Tom Cruise and have never in my life done my own stunts...But go with me here - in concept, it's the mentality that the first movie was so good, you have to make the next one bigger and better to keep the attention of the audience. Pretty soon, stuff will be blowing up non-stop throughout the movie and every character will be wearing a "mask" of another and tearing it off at the height of some intense movie music.
I'm going to have to transition back to every day life and I think my first stop will be cleaning my room. Nothing will bring me back to reality and ground me as much as that, eh?
Tuesday and Wednesday night were a frantic race against the clock (and my sleepy eyes) to finish "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". This was sooo the best fiction book I've ever read. I know it came out about a month ago, but I've been on a mission. First, I read "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" before I saw the movie to make sure I was making the most of the experience. :) (Oh, yes, I'm one of THOSE). I think it may have backfired on me, though, because the whole movie I was reverting in my mind to the printed pages and comparing and contrasting - quite a mental excersize when the book is 870 pages! I may have to see it again to really enjoy it...
Then, I read the NEXT book "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" so that I would remember everything that I skimmed college-style when the book first came out. What can I say, I was desperate to get to the end!
THEN, I was able to dive into "The Deathly Hallows" with an armory of useful details henceforth ingrained in my memory...it was worth it.
Now, it may seem like a lot of effort, but it's that feeling that something you love is ending. Ever since my childhood, my books have been the best friends I've known...sounds cheesy, but it is just the facts. When you move a lot, pen pals will only take you so far :) Harry Potter is over, but at least I had the crowning acheivement of sucking dry the experience, eh?
Tonight, I saw the much-anticipated movie "The Bourne Ultimatum". Really good movie and worth the money if you liked the other two...it's the best movie I've seen in a long time - starts out with adreneline and doesn't let up until the end credits.
I think, now, my life is like the 4th Mission Impossible movie. Okay, so maybe you can't draw a LOT of parallels, as I don't really bear a resemblence to Tom Cruise and have never in my life done my own stunts...But go with me here - in concept, it's the mentality that the first movie was so good, you have to make the next one bigger and better to keep the attention of the audience. Pretty soon, stuff will be blowing up non-stop throughout the movie and every character will be wearing a "mask" of another and tearing it off at the height of some intense movie music.
I'm going to have to transition back to every day life and I think my first stop will be cleaning my room. Nothing will bring me back to reality and ground me as much as that, eh?
8.04.2007
As Promised...
Soooo...today I got the infamous Sallie Mae letter telling me that they needed more information. Everyone who is suprised, please raise your hand. Anyone? Anyone? Okay then.
Rather than give in to my normal procrastination tendencies, I marched myself right over to Kinkos with paystub and diploma in hand. I faxed those little papers over to Kinkos.
Can I just say how much I hate Kinkos? The people are just not very helpful or knowlegeable. I'm sure this isn't true for ALL Kinkos, and I do appreciate the concept of the multi-tasking paper center. Really, I do! I just wish I could have a better experience at ours. It's driving me batty! There are bigger problems in the world, I realize.
I also have to say that I really am enjoying a Colorado Summer. The days are beautiful and usually sunny with temps between 80 and 95, but the evenings cool down (usually with a rain shower or two). I love not feeling like I am going to shoot myself in the face in order to escape skin searing heat (sorry to all of you in SoCal!). I also love that I get a free heavenly carwash each week. :)
So, that's that. Just a small update.
Rather than give in to my normal procrastination tendencies, I marched myself right over to Kinkos with paystub and diploma in hand. I faxed those little papers over to Kinkos.
Can I just say how much I hate Kinkos? The people are just not very helpful or knowlegeable. I'm sure this isn't true for ALL Kinkos, and I do appreciate the concept of the multi-tasking paper center. Really, I do! I just wish I could have a better experience at ours. It's driving me batty! There are bigger problems in the world, I realize.
I also have to say that I really am enjoying a Colorado Summer. The days are beautiful and usually sunny with temps between 80 and 95, but the evenings cool down (usually with a rain shower or two). I love not feeling like I am going to shoot myself in the face in order to escape skin searing heat (sorry to all of you in SoCal!). I also love that I get a free heavenly carwash each week. :)
So, that's that. Just a small update.
8.01.2007
Oh my GOSH! I HAVE A NEW JOB!
Yes, that's right - the reality of it is finally sinking in! I'm one of those people that doesn't really believe that she's going somewhere until she actually gets on the plane - that's when the excitement sets in.
That's how I felt today too...here's what I did in my first day as a marketing assistant -
1. Ordered office supplies - Since the receptionist is out on vacation until tomorrow, the supply room was running a bit low. I don't mind at all - I got to pick out the stuff that I want and I got a RED stapler (Office Space, anyone?) and a RED tape dispenser! Did I mention that I got to order WHICHEVER one I WANTED??
2. Did some research - My new boss Tiffany handed me a 35 page hand out with marketing terms to familiarize myself with. Gibberish such as EMS, ABA, ISBN, etc will soon become second nature to me...of this I have no doubt, given the amount of diligent study that I employed.
3. Read through some e-mails -The 12 emails that awaited me will be dealt with tomorrow as I have not the faintest idea what to do with them as of yet. HEY! I'm a NOVICE people.
4. Made some copies DESPITE the "help" of the Kinko's employees - We are promoting a new book coming out called "Do Hard Things" and I made copies of some publicity articles on the good ole color copier. Took me some time given the fact that the lady didn't know how to change a toner cartridge and it took them a while to figure out a minor problem having to do with paper size.
5. Collated and assembled 200 folders - To assist with the publicity for the aforementioned book, we put together packets with a copy of my stellarly copied articles, a brochure, DVD and a flyer thingy (there's got to be a technical term for that piece...I'm sure it will be taught to me eventually). BTW, I didn't assemble all 200 by myself. My boss Tiffany and my co-worker Carly helped. It went super fast
6. Took some books - Don't worry, I'm not stealing from my employer on my first day! These books are actually ALLOWED to be given away to ME (the new employee). I picked up some new authors, some old beloved authors, and some interesting titles. I was like a kid in a candy store, let me tell you! This should have been my job through high school - bet I would have saved a LOT of money and would have been independantly wealthy by now. Darn it!
7. Got introduced to my co-workers - I think I'm going to love them. It's such a fun office environment and there are a lot of girls my age that work there including (but not limited to) my new friend and cubicle-mate, Liz. She made me feel super welcome and I'm excited to get to know her better at lunches and what not.
So, that was my first day. It wasn't overwelming at all - but I know that there is probably loads more to come, considering that I haven't really been given any of the tasks for which I will be perpetually responsible. I think there will be some major training tomorrow, but I'm not concerned. I'm sure I'll pick it up eventually - there's LOADS of space in that brain of mine just itching to go to work. :)
Thanks for all of your prayers and support! I'll let you know how the rest of the week goes. :)
- Amy
P.S. I get my own NAME tag and EVERYTHING on my cubicle "door".
P.P. S. I get to put anything up in my cubicle that I want! On the walls and EVERYTHING! You all are going right up there to smile down on me...whether you like it or not.
That's how I felt today too...here's what I did in my first day as a marketing assistant -
1. Ordered office supplies - Since the receptionist is out on vacation until tomorrow, the supply room was running a bit low. I don't mind at all - I got to pick out the stuff that I want and I got a RED stapler (Office Space, anyone?) and a RED tape dispenser! Did I mention that I got to order WHICHEVER one I WANTED??
2. Did some research - My new boss Tiffany handed me a 35 page hand out with marketing terms to familiarize myself with. Gibberish such as EMS, ABA, ISBN, etc will soon become second nature to me...of this I have no doubt, given the amount of diligent study that I employed.
3. Read through some e-mails -The 12 emails that awaited me will be dealt with tomorrow as I have not the faintest idea what to do with them as of yet. HEY! I'm a NOVICE people.
4. Made some copies DESPITE the "help" of the Kinko's employees - We are promoting a new book coming out called "Do Hard Things" and I made copies of some publicity articles on the good ole color copier. Took me some time given the fact that the lady didn't know how to change a toner cartridge and it took them a while to figure out a minor problem having to do with paper size.
5. Collated and assembled 200 folders - To assist with the publicity for the aforementioned book, we put together packets with a copy of my stellarly copied articles, a brochure, DVD and a flyer thingy (there's got to be a technical term for that piece...I'm sure it will be taught to me eventually). BTW, I didn't assemble all 200 by myself. My boss Tiffany and my co-worker Carly helped. It went super fast
6. Took some books - Don't worry, I'm not stealing from my employer on my first day! These books are actually ALLOWED to be given away to ME (the new employee). I picked up some new authors, some old beloved authors, and some interesting titles. I was like a kid in a candy store, let me tell you! This should have been my job through high school - bet I would have saved a LOT of money and would have been independantly wealthy by now. Darn it!
7. Got introduced to my co-workers - I think I'm going to love them. It's such a fun office environment and there are a lot of girls my age that work there including (but not limited to) my new friend and cubicle-mate, Liz. She made me feel super welcome and I'm excited to get to know her better at lunches and what not.
So, that was my first day. It wasn't overwelming at all - but I know that there is probably loads more to come, considering that I haven't really been given any of the tasks for which I will be perpetually responsible. I think there will be some major training tomorrow, but I'm not concerned. I'm sure I'll pick it up eventually - there's LOADS of space in that brain of mine just itching to go to work. :)
Thanks for all of your prayers and support! I'll let you know how the rest of the week goes. :)
- Amy
P.S. I get my own NAME tag and EVERYTHING on my cubicle "door".
P.P. S. I get to put anything up in my cubicle that I want! On the walls and EVERYTHING! You all are going right up there to smile down on me...whether you like it or not.
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