One Week Later ...
I finished my first week at work. It was a pretty good week. The second day, I was getting to edit a list for the next issue and make the changes in Quark. I also got to take a trip to the mailroom all by myself. Ohh. My main job responsibility is compiling the various lists, rankings and directories we puts out. I spent the rest of the week sending out reminders to companies who hadn't returned surveys, imputing new surveys into databases, creating the next survey to be sent out. So, yeah, the actual job part of my job isn't so much what you would call exciting. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's only a stepping stone.
Gross
One morning on my way out to work, I almost puked. A large pile of maroon-colored vomit was covering the bottom of the stairs in my building. I had to step over it. The poorly ventilated hallway was suddenly much too long.
A Bizarre Commute
I was crammed onto the 4 train during the morning commute when a man at the opposite end of the car started having a seizure. The people around him didn't just stare. They helped him lie down slowly so he didn't fall and hurt himself. They called the conductor to tell him someone was having a seizure. He said there would be medical help at 42nd Street. (We'd just left 86th on an express.) Before we got to 59th Street (the next stop), the man who had the seizure was perfectly fine, and someone gave him their seat. The conductor came to check on him, and the man waved him away. At 42nd Street four men carrying walkie-talkies and wearing MTA uniforms, goggles and orange vests came rushing into the car to help the man having a seizure. He insisted he was fine, so they left and he continued on his was downtown. Only in New York, people.
Going to the chapel ...
I fly home Wednesday to be in a wedding in Milwaukee. Details TK.
I finished my first week at work. It was a pretty good week. The second day, I was getting to edit a list for the next issue and make the changes in Quark. I also got to take a trip to the mailroom all by myself. Ohh. My main job responsibility is compiling the various lists, rankings and directories we puts out. I spent the rest of the week sending out reminders to companies who hadn't returned surveys, imputing new surveys into databases, creating the next survey to be sent out. So, yeah, the actual job part of my job isn't so much what you would call exciting. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's only a stepping stone.
Gross
One morning on my way out to work, I almost puked. A large pile of maroon-colored vomit was covering the bottom of the stairs in my building. I had to step over it. The poorly ventilated hallway was suddenly much too long.
A Bizarre Commute
I was crammed onto the 4 train during the morning commute when a man at the opposite end of the car started having a seizure. The people around him didn't just stare. They helped him lie down slowly so he didn't fall and hurt himself. They called the conductor to tell him someone was having a seizure. He said there would be medical help at 42nd Street. (We'd just left 86th on an express.) Before we got to 59th Street (the next stop), the man who had the seizure was perfectly fine, and someone gave him their seat. The conductor came to check on him, and the man waved him away. At 42nd Street four men carrying walkie-talkies and wearing MTA uniforms, goggles and orange vests came rushing into the car to help the man having a seizure. He insisted he was fine, so they left and he continued on his was downtown. Only in New York, people.
Going to the chapel ...
I fly home Wednesday to be in a wedding in Milwaukee. Details TK.
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