I Will Not Suffer In Silence

After hearing nothing further from the recruiter, I decided to just report to work at 9am today. I was expected and they had a machine set up for me, so that means I’m employed!

Woohoo!!

The day went well. I sat with four guys to listen to tech support calls. I read company policy and other first-day-of-work stuff. So far, I dig the people I work with. I understand the various personalities within a tech support environment. But this is a much more positive environment. Even though I also understand the personalities in the ghetto job at the optometrist, and even though I’d previously promised I’d not go back to tech and corporations, I have to say that the ghetto job was not mentally or physically safe for me. The corporate hell, that may not be mentally safe over time, but at least I can play pretend in it for awhile.

Given the choice, I’m sure we’d all rather not work at all. Given a choice, I’m back in corporate hell right now.

I still don’t have final word as to what my pay rate is, or if I’m hourly or salary. I don’t even have timecard information yet. I still haven’t heard from the recruiter since last Thursday.

So there are still issues to be worked out.

And yet this is infinitely better than the optometrist’s office (which never would have been SO bad, had it not been for the coworker).

Changing subject to diet, there were two other firsts today besides new job.
1) I officially stopped eating refined sugar and corn syrup, but I am now eating sugar substitutes and “organic cane juice” sweetener as I wean myself completely from sugar again (The cane juice is in the gluten-free breakfast cereal I eat).

2) On Saturday I had a small bite of my boyfriend’s hamburger and I didn’t get sick, so last night I went to the butcher and bought some venison. Tonight I cooked up a thumb-sized portion of the red meat and ate it. I haven’t gotten sick!
Last year I reintroduced chicken into my diet. This year, it’s red meat! Hooray for food options!

Changing the subject again to money issues: If I’m REALLY careful with my money, I *might* be able to get by until my first paycheck arrives, without having to use any of the loan money my dad is sending me. That would RULE.
…’cause I like proving to my dad that I can conquer tough situations. He’s the one who instilled the fighting Polish/Scottish warrior nature in me to get through my rough poverty-stricken childhood, to get through high school, to get into college, to get through college, and to survive anything since. Whenever I think I should declare myself finished, I just think of how much shit my own dad crawled up out of and made it in life, and how disappointed he’d be in me if I didn’t do the same.

Some people have a deity which instills courage, fear, respect and a sense of not wanting to fail such a mighty being.

I have my dad.

And well I have all his ancestors, too. Man what a rough lot. And they’re fighters, every last one of ‘em.

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