So I got on the phones for the first time yesterday.
It wasn't bad. The time goes a lot faster when I'm handling the phones, which is nice.
Also, when I'm on the phones, the people training me are a lot nicer to me. I think it's because they don't actually have to deal with the customers for the most part. So that's good.
I don't mind talking to people, though. It at least is interesting and relatively fast paced, and I find people amusing enough for it to keep me at least a little entertained. Plus, I learn faster when I have to explain something to someone than when I'm seeing it on a sheet of paper, so I start to feel like I know what I'm doing. I have someone to cue me on the questions that I don't know the answers to but it does sort of feel like it's coming together.
So we went to Detroit this weekend, which was rather excruciating, I must say. I didn't want to be going in the first place, I just wanted some time to myself, without having any obligations to anyone. But I wasn't going to get that, so I tried to make the best of it.
We did go out to City Club. I think the second best part of it was when they had to inspect my ryo ohki backpack. They were not very thorough. There's something about inspecting the ear of a stuffed animal that makes you feel silly.
The best part of the night, though, was when I saw a completely decked out midget heading toward the dance floor. This just blew my mind. Rob missed it, though, which was too bad. I never saw the midget come back from the dance floor so I can only assume that he was tearing it up, which is a thought that delights me.
I have to register for school soon, a prospect which seems mildly futile. Especially since if we dogo back to Chicago, I won't be able to transfer the courses unless I want to pay out of state tuition. And then I look at my skill set and realize that after I've been at my job for a year I'll make at least what I'd make after graduating. I can only hope that I'll like doing the stuff significantly more than what I do now, and that it will actually be mildly inspiring and not creatively stifling.
sigh.
I think too much.