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Well, the first week of my new job... happened!
It was kind of a disaster, but that's okay. XD
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The night before I started, anxiety kept me from sleeping. I'm not used to all-nighters anymore, so I was having a hard time absorbing all of the information on my first day.
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And then stomach problems kept me up all next night, so I was outright a zombie the second day. Worse, when I'm overtired, it gets really hard for me to process stress, so basically everything hits harder. After two workdays of bad impressions and failing to do things right, I broke down pretty hard when I got home. It wasn't despair, I knew things would be alright — it was just too much stress.
Until I found out through the grapevine that my supervisor was bragging hard on me after work! 🥰 I was equally shocked and relieved, but most importantly, I was able to calm down enough to get a good night's rest.
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Day three was great. For one thing, I actually felt like myself. Plus I was starting to get the process down and... yeah, much better! But my throat hurt a bit, mainly from my breakdown the day before.
I thought.
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Day four, the throat was worse, but it was time to stop shadowing and start doing the job with my supervisor babysitting over my shoulder.
Still, for the most part, I had learned my way around the essentials, so I took the seat.
And almost every call I took over the course of the day was a curveball, people asking for odd favors or information that I couldn't possibly know. One of the other employees even turned to stare at me and said, "have you gotten one normal call since you've started? Those have all been freak calls!"
Worse, since they're understaffed, my supervisor kept getting called away to deal with some other emergency while I'd try impotently to solve problems or answer questions. Things very frequently came to "please hold while I try to find that information," turning and looking for help, only to see that everyone's too neck-deep in their own work to help.
And my health deteriorated over the course of the day. By lunch, I felt like I had walked twenty miles. Two hours from close, I was sweating, breathing hard (obscured by the mask I wore) and struggling to stand up.
All that said, I handled the whole thing like a champ. I managed to problem-solve my way around a number of problems and, despite pain and panic, multitasked quite effectively the entire time, even marching from spot to spot in the hospital to deliver whatever documents were needed, doing others favors as I went, and keeping my cool the whole time.
So it was bad, but I'll go ahead and give myself a gold star. ⭐
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By the time I'd collapsed in bed as soon as I got home, I was physically unable to get back up. I felt like I had walked hundreds of miles, and laying down in bed didn't bring relief — I felt like I was still walking. Yuck.
I'm better today! Still sick, but I can stand. And thanks to 4th of July, it's a 4-day weekend.
And given the news lately, it honestly doesn't feel worth celebrating anyway.
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Need to end this post on a happier note... OH YEAH!
One client came in, pointed at me and said to my co-worker, "she's new here, isn't she?"
Stars. In my eyes. I was not ready for that!
It's the second time it's happened, too. Which is encouraging, because I haven't actually expressed my transition in public yet! It further spins the wheel that is my hope. :p
Well, the first week of my new job... happened!
It was kind of a disaster, but that's okay. XD
-
The night before I started, anxiety kept me from sleeping. I'm not used to all-nighters anymore, so I was having a hard time absorbing all of the information on my first day.
-
And then stomach problems kept me up all next night, so I was outright a zombie the second day. Worse, when I'm overtired, it gets really hard for me to process stress, so basically everything hits harder. After two workdays of bad impressions and failing to do things right, I broke down pretty hard when I got home. It wasn't despair, I knew things would be alright — it was just too much stress.
Until I found out through the grapevine that my supervisor was bragging hard on me after work! 🥰 I was equally shocked and relieved, but most importantly, I was able to calm down enough to get a good night's rest.
-
Day three was great. For one thing, I actually felt like myself. Plus I was starting to get the process down and... yeah, much better! But my throat hurt a bit, mainly from my breakdown the day before.
I thought.
-
Day four, the throat was worse, but it was time to stop shadowing and start doing the job with my supervisor babysitting over my shoulder.
I should note here, the software that we work with at this hospital is AWFUL. I have taught myself 3D modeling/animation software, photoshop, and crowdsourced geographic information software that integrates excel spreadsheets into geographical maps, and THIS is the most obtuse, convoluted, poorly-written thing I've ever had to work with. And all of the icons look like they came from 1993, blech.
(Which they did! I checked the About page.)
Still, for the most part, I had learned my way around the essentials, so I took the seat.
And almost every call I took over the course of the day was a curveball, people asking for odd favors or information that I couldn't possibly know. One of the other employees even turned to stare at me and said, "have you gotten one normal call since you've started? Those have all been freak calls!"
Worse, since they're understaffed, my supervisor kept getting called away to deal with some other emergency while I'd try impotently to solve problems or answer questions. Things very frequently came to "please hold while I try to find that information," turning and looking for help, only to see that everyone's too neck-deep in their own work to help.
And my health deteriorated over the course of the day. By lunch, I felt like I had walked twenty miles. Two hours from close, I was sweating, breathing hard (obscured by the mask I wore) and struggling to stand up.
All that said, I handled the whole thing like a champ. I managed to problem-solve my way around a number of problems and, despite pain and panic, multitasked quite effectively the entire time, even marching from spot to spot in the hospital to deliver whatever documents were needed, doing others favors as I went, and keeping my cool the whole time.
So it was bad, but I'll go ahead and give myself a gold star. ⭐
-
By the time I'd collapsed in bed as soon as I got home, I was physically unable to get back up. I felt like I had walked hundreds of miles, and laying down in bed didn't bring relief — I felt like I was still walking. Yuck.
I'm better today! Still sick, but I can stand. And thanks to 4th of July, it's a 4-day weekend.
And given the news lately, it honestly doesn't feel worth celebrating anyway.
-
Need to end this post on a happier note... OH YEAH!
One client came in, pointed at me and said to my co-worker, "she's new here, isn't she?"
Stars. In my eyes. I was not ready for that!
It's the second time it's happened, too. Which is encouraging, because I haven't actually expressed my transition in public yet! It further spins the wheel that is my hope. :p
