new job « 33 Grams of Blog

I got my 30 day review yesterday… about a week late. Something I need to remember for my reviewer’s review.

So far, it’s going well. During my review they said they’re pleased with my performance. I’ve made a few small mistakes here and there, which is to be expected from someone who hasn’t been working there very long. Thankfully, they’re patient enough not to go ballistic about it on the few occasions I messed up. They simply brought the mistakes to my attention and gave me pointers on how to avoid making the same mistakes again.

While they’re pleased with my performance, I am satisfied with the job too. It’s certainly not the worst job I’ve ever had. The work is mostly simple. There is enough work (usually) to keep me busy all day without feeling rushed, so the days go by fairly quickly. My new coworkers are nice and mostly cool.

I’m glad I finally made the change and went with this job. Just the schedule change alone was worth it, but the fact that I’m making more money doing something that isn’t running me ragged like my last job is icing on the cake.

I started a new job on Monday. It’s a permanent job, which means I don’t have to go through a temp agency anymore. Since I’ve been going through a temp agency for over a year now, I’m used to starting up at new places. So, going to sleep Sunday night, I wasn’t thinking too much about it, but apparently, my subconscious was.

I dreamt Sunday night that Newb and I were walking into my old place of employment (which is weird in itself, as he was fired a month ago) at 1 in the afternoon (I never went in at 1 there. It was either 10 or 2:30). I went in as I always did, but, for some reason, this time everyone was looking at me with a strange expression on their faces. Finally, I ran into my supervisor, who asked me what the hell I was doing there. I asked him what he was talking about. That’s when he reminded me that I had called him on Friday to tell him that I had a new job (I actually did call him Friday to tell him that). I panicked. I ran back out to my car and took off down the interstate, and for some reason Newb was going with me (I’m still not sure what the hell that was all about). Halfway to my new job, which at this point I would’ve been over 5 hours late for, I see flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and before the cop could walk up to my window, that’s when my alarm went off.

So far, this new job seems like it will work out for me. The work isn’t too hard, but there’s a lot of things that I’ll have to learn and that’ll take me a little time. The guys there already like me 1000 times more than the guy I’m replacing (he’s moving to California, I’m not forcing him out of his job.) Hopefully, this will work out for me and I won’t have to be job hunting any time soon.