June 13, 2001
Routine, What's That?
Oy, this has been one of those insane sort of days where nothing follows its usual schedule. I never realize how much a creature of habit I am until I have one of these days. To start out with, as soon as I got here, I had my interview with the forms department. I was pleasantly surprised. The job looks really interesting, doing the sort of nitpicky, detailed editing and such that I actually like doing -- much like all the proofreading I do for Wicked Ink stuff. They're supposed to let me know something by the end of the week, depending on what I hear for the support job as well.
Then after the interview, I find out that Linda has a doctor's appointment, and that she may have the chicken pox. This is a bad thing. Aside from being my lifeline to sanity at times (as well as being the only other grown-up in my department), she's the only one who's learned the new security procedures that went into place this week. The idea was she was going to teach them to the rest of us this week or next. She's out until Monday, so I'm getting a bit of a crash course today. It's not that bad, really, just more than I expected for an average Wednesday. This has definitely not been an average Wednesday.
It has been interesting, however. I'll give it that much. And it's going by fast, which is always a plus. All week I've been thinking that it's a day before it actually is -- yesterday I kept thinking it was Wednesday. I hate that. Especially mistaking Tuesday for Wednesday. That's probably the worst. Tuesday is practically Monday! And Wednesday, well, Wednesday is close to Thursday which is close to Friday, so Wednesday is practically the weekend!
I've been acutely aware of the passage of time just lately too (except for when I get my days confused, of course). I was astounded to realize at my sociology class last night that we only have four more class sessions to go. Where did the semester go? I'm all up in the air about next semester now too, and I hate that. (I'm hating a lot of things today, aren't I?) I've sort of resigned myself to whatever happens. There are positives to any outcome, whether I go to the forms department, or to the support department, or even if I stay where I'm at. I never think of myself as having a great deal of faith, but somehow I have faith in all this that everything will work out the way it's supposed to work out. In the meantime though, I have no dependable routine, and it's making me a little bit cranky. Expect more whining over the next couple days or so.
