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dolariDay Two.
Today was the day the engine began to purr. About halfway through all the acronyms, and the procedures, and page upon page of call logging utilities, my memory kicked in, and suddenly I was helping the people around me who needed the help. I remembered the TACRU, the VPAC, the TOADE. I remembered it all. And life was good.
Until I punched a whole in the floor.
There are these "panels" everywhere in the building for network sockets and electricity plugs. Somehow, they build our training room and placed these panels with little or no reason for why there were there. One of these panels was wide open, with no plastic covering. I was scared about getting a roller of my chair embedded in it. Shouldn't have been worrying about the chair. I was tlaking with someone and took a slifght step back to get a folder. NExt thing I knew, the back of my knee was caught in a hole. I managed to completely destroy a pair of pantyhose, and now my legs is riddled with scars (mind you very light, skin scrape scars, but one was a real gusher. Some bandaids and trashed hose later and I was good as new. If good as new = "burning scars that itch."
Now there's a hole in the floor. Just...a hole. And a deep crawl space. I expect to find my former coworkers rotting away in there.
Speaking of former coworkers, I got emails back from my two managers. They want to meet up with me soon. I can't get in the building with the temp pass I have right now...but I get my not-so-temp badge either tomorrow or the day after. When I get my badge, I'll say hello.
Now - doI go for the jugular and ask them to hire me back? Or be subtle, not mention it at all and hope they get a clue?
Decisions, decisions....
Today was the day the engine began to purr. About halfway through all the acronyms, and the procedures, and page upon page of call logging utilities, my memory kicked in, and suddenly I was helping the people around me who needed the help. I remembered the TACRU, the VPAC, the TOADE. I remembered it all. And life was good.
Until I punched a whole in the floor.
There are these "panels" everywhere in the building for network sockets and electricity plugs. Somehow, they build our training room and placed these panels with little or no reason for why there were there. One of these panels was wide open, with no plastic covering. I was scared about getting a roller of my chair embedded in it. Shouldn't have been worrying about the chair. I was tlaking with someone and took a slifght step back to get a folder. NExt thing I knew, the back of my knee was caught in a hole. I managed to completely destroy a pair of pantyhose, and now my legs is riddled with scars (mind you very light, skin scrape scars, but one was a real gusher. Some bandaids and trashed hose later and I was good as new. If good as new = "burning scars that itch."
Now there's a hole in the floor. Just...a hole. And a deep crawl space. I expect to find my former coworkers rotting away in there.
Speaking of former coworkers, I got emails back from my two managers. They want to meet up with me soon. I can't get in the building with the temp pass I have right now...but I get my not-so-temp badge either tomorrow or the day after. When I get my badge, I'll say hello.
Now - doI go for the jugular and ask them to hire me back? Or be subtle, not mention it at all and hope they get a clue?
Decisions, decisions....
