Remember how I thought I was never going to find a proper job, and would forever move between pointless temporary jobs? Well, luckily I was wrong. I found a job! (hence the lack of posting)
About a month ago I had a job interview, and I got a call back a few hours later saying I got the job. Since I had to give my notice to my previous employer, I only actually started the job at the beginning of the month.
I'm still figuring out my way around the job itself, but since this is also my first office job, I find there are a lot of other things that are new to me and require some figuring out as well. So here are some of them (in list form, because I-love-lists-and-how-is-it-possible-I-haven't-made-one-yet??):
Cliques / Intrigues
I know that this sort of thing is almost impossible to prevent - where there are people, there are groupings of people - but honestly, I don't think I've experienced this since high school (in my previous job at the store, we worked one person per shift, so this obviously didn't really happen).
It might just be little ol' paranoid me thinking no one likes her because she's new and doesn't fit in, but it honestly feels sometimes like there are impenetrable groups which I am not allowed to enter.
I know it might change after a while, once I find my place and my peeps, but for now it's a bit of a throwback to teenagehood.
Dress Code
In my various jobs I've encountered various dress codes that employees were expected to follow, some stricter than others. Having never worked at an office, though, I didn't really know what to expect (and what was expected of me).
I had a vague recollection of seeing people in the office wearing jeans and t-shirts when I went there for my interview, but still, for my first day I decided not to take too many chances. So I wore nice pants (that aren't jeans), a pretty plain shirt (that covered my shoulders) and closed shoes.
I spent the first week observing others to see what was acceptable, and since then I even went so far as to wear a dress (gasp!).
Still, I'm not entirely certain yet what is considered office-appropriate in this particular office and what isn't. I do no flipflops are strictly forbidden, but other than that people seem to be wearing everything.
Personally, I draw the line at short dresses/skirts, revealing tops and spaghetti straps (but that might change in time, considering I have a 10 minute walk from the train station to the office, under the Israeli July sun...).
Food
Luckily for me, there aren't that many options for eating out in the vicinity of my office, so I'm not constantly wasting money on that. However, that does mean I have to make sure I always have food in the fridge to take with me to work.
Now, so far my boyfriend has been very patient with me in verifying my outfits and cooking my lunches, but that patience might run out at some point (and leftovers from his and my parents can only take me that far...).
Which means that some time in the near future I am going to have to start cooking for myself. Yikes.
I am going to leave you with that unpleasant thought ("What did you bring for lunch today?" "Oily pasta and burnt chicken!"), and finish this no-picture, lengthy post now.
Here's hoping I'll have more time to post again soon.
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Thursday, July 16, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Lost and found
When I was younger, things were a lot easier. Not in a nostalgic "oh, to be a kid" sort of way, but really in a very practical way - I hardly had to make any choices. I was (and still am) a nerd, so I finished high-school with excellent grades after studying my ass off. Then I went to the army, which is mandatory here in Israel.
When that was over, and after a year of working and making some money, I started university. This was one of the first serious choices I had to make, and one that I knew would have an effect on my life - what do I want to study? Of course, I had to make other choices and decisions before that, but now they seem kind of lightweight.
I eventually opted for a BA in humanities, studying English Literature and East Asia Studies. When people asked what I was going to do afterwards, I put on a serious and exhausted face and said "Let me get through these three years first, please". But had I answered honestly, it would look more like putting a terrified face on and saying "I DON'T KNOW!! HELP ME, PLEASE!".
So the three years are very much over by now, and unfortunately my answer is the same. I still don't know what I want to do, and the longer the situation stays the same, the more I feel completely and utterly LOST. The obvious outcome is that the more I feel lost, the more it looks like a fatal and irreversible sort of thing. Like: I will never ever find out what I want to do or realize what sort of occupation makes me happy, and the rest of my life will be spent moving from one part-time job to the other, forever drifting and never fulfilling my potential.
I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating for the sake of humor, but in all honesty, sometimes I actually believe that. It was only pretty recently that I found out most people my age, or who went through a similar path to mine, are similarly clueless as to the future. Apparently, we're all just drifting around, not sure what to do or where to go. This is somewhat encouraging, but not enough for me to sit back and say "oh, well, I guess this will eventually sort itself!".
So I do what I do best - I worry. I can't even try to think about it all and make any conclusions as to what I want to do, because I'm so worried about never finding my path. It's a difficult situation for me to be in, because I hate uncertainties. I am really racking my brain trying to find a positive note to end this post, but maybe it's unnecessary. Everything is not always sunshine and rainbows, and I don't believe in masking the negative things. I do need to learn how to not take them so seriously, though, but that's for another post.
When that was over, and after a year of working and making some money, I started university. This was one of the first serious choices I had to make, and one that I knew would have an effect on my life - what do I want to study? Of course, I had to make other choices and decisions before that, but now they seem kind of lightweight.
I eventually opted for a BA in humanities, studying English Literature and East Asia Studies. When people asked what I was going to do afterwards, I put on a serious and exhausted face and said "Let me get through these three years first, please". But had I answered honestly, it would look more like putting a terrified face on and saying "I DON'T KNOW!! HELP ME, PLEASE!".
So the three years are very much over by now, and unfortunately my answer is the same. I still don't know what I want to do, and the longer the situation stays the same, the more I feel completely and utterly LOST. The obvious outcome is that the more I feel lost, the more it looks like a fatal and irreversible sort of thing. Like: I will never ever find out what I want to do or realize what sort of occupation makes me happy, and the rest of my life will be spent moving from one part-time job to the other, forever drifting and never fulfilling my potential.
I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating for the sake of humor, but in all honesty, sometimes I actually believe that. It was only pretty recently that I found out most people my age, or who went through a similar path to mine, are similarly clueless as to the future. Apparently, we're all just drifting around, not sure what to do or where to go. This is somewhat encouraging, but not enough for me to sit back and say "oh, well, I guess this will eventually sort itself!".
So I do what I do best - I worry. I can't even try to think about it all and make any conclusions as to what I want to do, because I'm so worried about never finding my path. It's a difficult situation for me to be in, because I hate uncertainties. I am really racking my brain trying to find a positive note to end this post, but maybe it's unnecessary. Everything is not always sunshine and rainbows, and I don't believe in masking the negative things. I do need to learn how to not take them so seriously, though, but that's for another post.
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In other news , I owe you an update on the tales of the cat and the hellish jungle gym. So, apparently the monstrosity won't be going anywhere anytime soon, because... (drum roll)
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| Yes, we're watching Pitch Perfect 2. Do yourselves a favour and don't repeat our mistake. |
Yup! Apparently the cat is warming up to the thing, so it will stay on in the apartment (and my nightmares). Oh, the sacrifices we make for our loved ones.
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