I've had a request to write more frequently on my blog. Granted, it's only one request. From the one reader of my blog. But give the people what they want! That's what I always say...
So today marked Day One of my job in Salt Lake. Rather than sleeping in, I woke up at the same time I normally do and just spent longer getting ready. Since I'm at greater odds of seeing someone I know while working in SLC, I figured it's best if I try and cut down on the messy ponytail and bun days that I so often had in Ogden from waking up late. Turns out, I still could have slept in. I got to work 20 minutes early.
After a brief (and I mean brief) orientation by the Clerk of Court, I was told to go shadow one of the clerks on the counter. I watched her file 2--count them, TWO--documents before she decided I should just open up a window and start working. In theory, that should be fine because I've been working as a counter clerk for more than 5 months. But when each filing is done just a little differently than the way you were originally trained, it adds up to a lot of differences. I felt very lost and even more frustrated. By 5 o'clock I still hadn't even been told where the bathrooms were. That's how much I was taught about my new surroundings.
One big positive about the day was how busy it was. I didn't get a chance to leave for lunch until after 1:30, and from the time I got back until we closed it was a steady line of people that reached the door. When you're that busy, you don't have much time to worry about not knowing what you're doing. I guess I'll just figure that all out when people come yelling at me tomorrow.
Enough complaining, though. If I'm being honest, the slight procedural differences between Ogden and Salt Lake will be easily remedied. Plus, I really like having a reserved parking stall. :) Yeah, it's right in a corner of the parking garage by a big post, but so what? I drive a Civic, one of the easiest cars to park. And when I was driving back after lunch, my dad was the car ahead of me in the line into the parking garage. How cool is that? Of course, he had to pay and have his car searched by security while I just waved my cool little access card and drove on through. Oh, and when I disclosed to my supervisor that my dad is an attorney (I need to avoid even the appearance of any conflicts of interest), they all knew who he was. That felt cool, too.
How's this post for stream of consciousness? :) I just re-read it and don't really have the energy to edit. So take it for what it's worth.
When all is said and done, I do have to admit that it's pretty cool I'm already done writing a blog post when normally I'd be walking in the door right about now.