Things Are Going Swimmingly!
Well, this is the end of day three on the new job, and I am really quite happy (My British friends would say “chuffed”) at how things are going. My boss is totally cool and very nice. And the job so far hasn’t been hard at all. They keep giving me projects that are supposed to keep me busy all day, and I’m done with them in just a few hours. They’re scrambling to find work for me to do. My boss says this is temporary, as they get very busy at quarter’s end and year-end, but if it is temporary, I’m glad of it. I have a really hefty raise riding on my “proving myself” in this first 90 days, and if I can keep impressing them by doing my work faster and better than ever they thought possible, then the raise is in the bag.
The neighbour has put up her fence — a four-foot chain-link monstrosity. On both sides of her property. And they left bits of chain and fittings and stuff all over my yard and driveway. I toss them over the fence when I find them. I”m going to till up my side and plant my irises all the way down the verge. Then I won’t have to mow — which will be a good thing, since they didn’t leave enough space for the mower to go between the fence and the edge of the driveway. As soon as I get myself back together after this bout of unemployment, I’m going to put up a wood fence. What good a chain-link fence is escapes me. It’s see-through, and it’s more hole than fence. What’s the point?
Anyway, things are settling down — at least as far as jobs and neighbours go. The ex is making trouble about the visitation, and it looks like this may be pretty close to World War III. More about that another day. I’m trying so very hard to get myself and the kids on a workable schedule, so that I have plenty of time with them and still do the things that need doing around the house. Not to mention getting to work on time. This new job lets me — no, expects me — to leave on time! It’s wonderful. Everyone packs up and leaves at 5. It’s unbelievable! In fact, yesterday Mr. Green asked me to stick around until he got back because he wanted to explain a new project to me, so I stayed until 5:15. And today, the Office Manager noticed that I was still there at five after, and said something about it. Like I said, they expect you to leave at five. This is so completely unusual — every other job I have ever had, we were expected to work at least an hour over every day — I’m used to working five hours of unpaid overtime a week minimum. I’m loving the idea that this is not expected anymore!