From the monthly archives:

January 2009

the new job

by Megan on January 29, 2009

I suppose it’s about time I write about my first week of work since it’s nearly over and all. I suspect that some of you may be wondering how it’s going. Actually, it pretty much is over this week because tomorrow, I only work two hours–but I’ll explain that later.

Monday seems like it was so long ago–so many things have gone on. First, it took about an hour to get through security because they didn’t have my paperwork at the checkpoint. Once I got through, I eventually found where I needed to go and filled out the standard paperwork before heading off to badging (we have to have badges to walk around the plant freely–right now, I’m on a visitor’s badge, so I have to be escorted wherever I go); medical (to pee in a cup for a drug screening); then to take a few safety tests, which I passed. I’m, luckily, working with another girl, so I’m not completely alone.

Tuesday was also filled with reading and testing; for security purposes, we are required to take the tests plus have a background check. Until my background check is finished, I will be unable to receive a badge.

Wednesday and today, we were actually in the office working, so that was a change of pace. It made time go by much quicker, and I’m enjoying it. I feel a huge lift in my spirits, and I think a lot of it has to do with actually being able to talk to people at work and not being alone for hours on end.

Now tomorrow– I’ll be going in to work at seven (normal time), and I have a meeting with my trainer at eight-thirty, but I’ll be leaving by nine. Why? I have an appointment to see a psychologist at 10:45. Yeah, one of the tests we took is the MMPI, which is a personality test of sorts, and apparently, I need to see a psychologist because of my results. The other girl I’m working with has to go, too, so I’m thinking it’s basically protocol, and that they just like to double-check to make sure people are completely sane before working there. The good thing? I get to go home after my appointment, BUT I’ll still be paid for the full eight hours since I’m salaried.

Overall, I’m enjoying my job. I’m looking forward to getting my badge so that I can actually start working.

And why haven’t I written anything this week? Well, getting up at 5am, after having working third shift for seven months, can be pretty tiring, even though I go to bed around nine every night. Today? I got smart and took a nap when I got home.

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a little push

by Megan on January 23, 2009

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’ve been feeling as if my job at the hotel is depressing me/keeping me from moving forward. Well, that is all about to change come Monday morning…

Several months ago, Josh’s aunt asked for my resume. She works in hiring for a big company in east Tennessee–TVA–and she was trying to get me a job in an office somewhere. I ended up not getting the job, but she kept my resume for future job openings. Today, while I was asleep (since I worked last night), she text Josh asking if she could put my resume in for another job opening. I was half-asleep, and thinking “what the heck?” so I let her submit it. A few hours later, I received a call. A man asked if I’d be interested in an office position doing scheduling. He also told me I’d be making $15/hr (which is twice as much as what I make now) with a 401k and five days sick leave. The catch? The job is only an eight-week position. However, there is the possibility of transferring to another area after the eight weeks are up. How could I say no to such a great opportunity? Even if, after eight weeks, I’m not able to transfer, at least the job will look good on my resume, and the money will help me save of for school. I feel like this opportunity couldn’t have came at a more perfect time.

I start Monday at 7am. I’m still unsure of how I’ll wake up so early after I’ve been working third shift for about six months now, but I can do it. I’m off Friday-Sunday this weekend, so I’ll have time to get used to a new sleep schedule. From what I’ve been told, this job is exactly what I’ve been wanting. I’ll be able to dress nice while working in an office environment, and I’ll have normal hours and a great amount of pay.

Maybe this was the push I needed?

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and so she writes

by Megan on January 21, 2009

I have been feeling far from myself lately. I feel sick, literally, and I’ve been getting upset too easily. Unfortunately, Josh has had to suffer through my mood swings, and I feel terrible after each time I cry over nothing. I’m not sure where the sudden emotion is coming from. I’m an emotional person to begin with, but this is too much.

I feel as if my job is depressing me–not in the sense that it makes me sad, but in the sense that it is literally depressing me, or pushing me down. With this job, I feel like I’m not going up. I’m in one spot, and I cannot move. I dwell on it, and it just gives me a headache. Working nights is lonely, too. Every one is asleep (except some online friends), and I go hours without talking to a single person. Then, I go home and fall asleep next to my husband, but by the time I wake up, I’m alone because he woke up hours before. I go to bed before the sun rises (if the first shift girl is on time, which is hardly ever), and I wake up while the sun is setting–winter days are just too short. No matter how much sleep I get, I feel tired–well, exhausted is more like it. I can’t write well; I’m not reading well. I just feel as if I’m in this ‘bleh’ state of being.

I still plan to go back to school this summer, but it just seems so far away. The economy is horrible, and it’s nearly impossible for Josh to find a job. I try to remain optimistic about everything, and I know things will go back up eventually; it just seems to be taking a long while to get there.

Sometimes I feel so completely invincible, as if I could go on in life without a care in the world. Of course, then I wake up and realize that I’m only human. It’s okay to be sad sometimes.

I just need a push–or maybe a shove?–back up.

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Dreaming of Words

by Megan on January 15, 2009

August 21, 2006 — age seventeen
(part of a look at the past)

Earlier, I fell asleep, and I wasn’t dreaming, but when I woke up, I had the urge to run. I fell asleep again, and dreamt of words, rather than images, and when I awoke, the words continued to form in my head, so I began to write them down. They’re words that are sad to me, and I hope to never experience this dream in reality.

She lay her frail body against the cool floor of his dark bedroom. Her skin was so pale, and the only light she could see was that of the soft glow rushing underneath the door from the hallway. The shadows swallowed her small body, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. The floor was like ice beneath her and she shivered as he placed his warm lips across her bare stomach. Her breath quavered, and he paused for a moment, looking up at her with questioning eyes. She simply smiled back at him, one of those nervous half-smiles. The room became darker as each moment passed, and she felt more naked than before. He slowly moved his hand behind her head to kiss her quiet mouth, but she was thinking of anything but that. He moved from her lips, and she could feel every molecule in her body screaming. Closing her eyes, she breathed heavily, wanting nothing more than for this to be love.

I still feel the need to write more.

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I no longer dream of words–or maybe I just don’t allow myself to. I only wish I could, though…

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