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Settling in

16 Sep

I’ve been working for over a month now. Yeah me! Things have finally settled down and I’m getting the hang of things too. I still don’t know the passwords to almost everything (and I probably won’t, they seem more guarded than Obama’s real birth certificate) and I still question myself a ton. My thinking is I’d rather ask a question before doing something wrong and having to re-do it. My days have been consisting of spreadsheets, phone calls and fixing student log ins. I’m actually ok with this since I’m a huge geek and I love a good spreadsheet. My supervisor trusts me enough to give me the original sheet and tweak it to how I see fit, which is nice.

But this week saw a change. I finally got to go out into the schools and help “teach the teachers”. I love this part of my job. I think I was a born teacher but never actually got my degree in it because teachers have to deal with paperwork, politics and state testing more than actually teaching our kids. So this is totally my calling. Yes it was frustrating, especially when someone who you think should know better doesn’t know how to even make a folder on their computer. Yes it’s frustrating, especially when I’m there to help the teacher and all she wants to do is complain about having to use a laptop (yes…someone complained about getting a mac book given to them!). Yes it’s frustrating, especially when I’m there to explain how to do something and the teacher wants me to look at their e-lesson plans and “how do I make them bigger when I print” when I’m not there for that at all. And sure, I went back to the office all snarky and bitchy. And sure, my co-workers laughed and told me “welcome to the dark side” and that I was officially past the “honeymoon phase”. And sure, I laughed right along with them because, well, because it’s true.

Even with all that, I LOVE IT! I get to go back out to the school this week and work with a couple more teachers, then at the end of the 6 weeks I get to go back to them and finish up our project. I get to see something to completion. These teachers were completely clueless and bleary-eyed at the end of August; they had no clue what we were doing and why we were changing it and what the end result would be. Now, I’ve seen light bulbs go off, I’ve actually SEEN it click in their face and eyes when they “get it”. I can’t wait to see their faces when we’re done with this portfolio and have it personalized and uploaded and it’s done for this six weeks.

I also got to play with more technology than I’ve ever seen or even knew existed. I get to play with even more soon as I’m a technology guinea pig and I get to teach more teachers how to use this great technology that we’re getting for them.

So, in a way, I am “teaching” students. I’m reaching them and hopefully making their scholastic years easier/more fun/better because I’m helping the people who shape their lives.

Alrighty, enough sap.

Since going to day care Jay has been a pain in the tushy-wushy. He’s finally been getting a little better with the fit-throwing but he still isn’t listening. I’m thinking this is more of a 3-year-old boy thing than an “acting out because mom left me in day care” thing.

Kenna…oh Kenna. She’s moody, she’s argumentative, she’s moody, she’s moody and most of the time she’s moody. That’s all there is to say about that.

I hit my half-way point goal weight this past week! Woo hooo! Then the next week I gained less than a pound. I’m afraid to say it’s a “plateau” because it’s only been one week but I’ve heard that happens when you get to about halfway. I need to shake things up if I stay the same or go up this week. Not sure how I’m going to do that just yet, but I’ll figure something out. But 40lbs since April is pretty damn good and I think I’ll hit my goal weight in March. I’m so proud of myself. This is the first time I’ve lost this much by myself. I’m doing this on my own, without some “clinic” type of place standing behind me. I’m proving to myself and my willpower that I can do it, I can do it slowly and do it right.  I’m in a size 14, a size L shirt and I even had to buy new panties because my old ones are falling off.

So, I guess you could say that the past four weeks have been pretty good for me. Not only am I gaining confidence in myself and my work but I’m losing my fat!

My first week – recap

19 Aug

Well, I made it through my first week back to work. It was nice going back, it’s nice being around adults again, although I miss my kids terribly during the day. I knew I’d miss them but it’s harder than I remember it used to be. Kenna is doing so well being at home (school starts in a week for her) and has been doing the chores on her list. Jay is doing pretty good; he did cry one day this week and said he didn’t want to go to “school” aka daycare. But he bounced right back.

I feel like I’m accomplishing something. Yes I cleaned house and cooked while at home but I never felt like I “contributed” to my family. I know that sounds strange. But it all comes down to money, I guess. I kept the house running with cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. but that didn’t add any zeros to the bank account. Now I do that and feel like I’m doing something for them that I couldn’t do before. I feel there’s a little more “equality” with Sean and myself. Now, I’ll never make as much as he does, but that fact that we’re both adding money to the account is nice.

So, onto what I did this week. I embarrassed myself and still do daily. Lemme explain.  I set up the voicemail system for new employees or those that have moved offices/jobs/departments. All this entails is clearing out old voicemail messages, changing their phone display and helping set up new voicemail. Easy, right? Well, when I was doing my own on Monday I set up a system-wide “important announcement” that everyone in the district will hear (at least once). It’s my outgoing message. I mean…everyone, including the superintendent and office staff. UGH, we all had a good laugh and no one really seemed to mind but it was embarrassing nonetheless. Mainly I just learned my computer (it’s a Mac and I’m a windows gal at home), started setting up aforementioned voicemail, went to each school in the district a few times, had new employee training and helped my boss with that. At the end of the week the real “work” started and I had to put in every student from 7-12th grade into the computer. It took me a day and a half, which I thought was excessive but my boss and the other guy in the office (who I guess is my boss too but not my direct supervisor?) were thrilled with how quickly I did it. So, yeah me!

There’s a lady in the main central office who was having a few issues and I helped her through them. She told me that I was the right person for my position and she thanked me profusely. She made me cry. In a happy, “OMG, I’m doing something right” way. It just meant so much to me that she took the time out of her crazy schedule to let me know how much I was appreciated and that I was doing good. It felt nice.

I have one more week of getting used to before school starts and it gets a little crazy. I’ll have to re-figure my schedule once I gotta get Kenna up and deal with another person in our one bathroom. And my knee is feeling better so I’m headed back to the gym this week too. Hopefully I won’t lose my mind as I’m trying to come up with a schedule that works for us while trying to learn my new job.

On the diet front, I apparently needed to go to work to jump-start my weight loss. I’ve been losing about 1lb a week for a while now. I’m not complaining because YEAH! a pound a week is good. But this week I lost 3lbs. Not sure why really. I’m not eating an afternoon snack because I’m at work and I haven’t been working out because of the knee. I have been walking at work as much as I can instead of driving to the nearest school. But even then I’m just sitting at a desk for the most part. But, I’m not going to complain! I’m now down 34lbs since early April. Not too bad, I’m right on track to hitting my goal in March/April of next year. I can fit into 14s comfortably and some 12s, depending on the brand. Heck, even last month when getting work clothes I was in a 16 and squeezing into a 14. Not too shabby!

So there’s my update. I don’t know much at work still so I feel a little helpless since I can’t help people like I want but I’m apparently doing a good job. I love the people I work with; they’re super nice, easy to talk with and feel comfortable with and are jokesters. I’m ready to learn more and make them proud.

‘Effed up update

19 Apr

Well, since I suck at keeping my vox 'hood updated…here's a messed up one.

So, first off, what was the last thing I vox'd about?  My surgery…oh my second surgery.  Riiiiiiight.  Well since then, I've had two injections in my back because of my effed up nerve.  Apparently there's these nerves in your foot and sometimes they freak the hell out after surgery/injury and that's what mine is doing.  So, these huge ass shots in my back are supposed to deaden this nerve and "reset" it so it'll calm down.  I'm a freak though remember, so it hasn't worked.  Here's a snippit of what I've sent to my work comp adjuster and my manager at work, this will give you an idea of what I've been going through for about 6 weeks now!

I thought this would be the easiest way to keep you both informed at this point.  Just as a refresher I had my 2nd nerve injection in my back on Wednesday this week.  Sadly it did not ease the pain at all, if possible it has made it a little worse.  Dr. X, my pain management doc, said that there are a few things left to try; another injection, a device of some sort implanted in my back to continuously block the nerve or kill the nerve all together.  I have another follow-up appt on Thursday.
 
My status as of now is I've been out of work since Thursday, April 10th.  I'll be very honest, I'm on Percocet to help with the pain.  With that all I do is sleep because it's such a heavy narcotic.  My quality of life is horrible.  I sleep all the time, I cannot go anywhere because of the meds I'm on, I cannot drive, I cannot even walk around the grocery store to do shopping.  I cannot clean my house nor can I watch my daughter play t-ball because I cannot stand that long.  The only time I'm not on the medication is if I have to pick up my daughter from school/daycare if my husband has a meeting.  Since I cannot drive or adequately watch McKenna, then I cannot take the meds.  On those days I'm pretty much curled on the couch or in bed due to the pain.  Also, I cannot wear socks/shoes because the pressure hurts too badly or even if my pants legs brush up against my ankle/foot I'm in excruciating pain.
 
I know this is probably more information than you both need, but I feel that I need to be 100% honest about the situation.  I'm afraid for my job.  I'm afraid work will give up on me and I will no longer be "employable" or when I finally am able to come back I will be lost due to the daily changes.  I love my job and my co-workers and it has been so difficult to not be there.  I do not feel with the percocet that I can do my job.  Because of the legal implications of me saying something really stupid or wrong.  I can stop the medications but then, as I said before, the pain is so horrible that I cannot even think of anything else or really function.
 
So, yeah, that's what I just emailed to them.  Probably way too much info, but ya know they need to know what's up.  My pain mgt doc is awesome (her name really isn't Dr. X, btw…keeping some things private for her).  She's worried I will start to get depressed, which I am.  I probably need to talk to her about upping my Lexapro.  So, aren't you happy that I updated y'all?!
 
Since this post is all shitty and "oh poor Melanie" on your ass, here's some happier news.  Kenna turned 6…she had her birthday about a week after I had my surgery.  The parties were great and it was so nice to see some friends I hadn't seen in FOREVER!  She's also in t-ball and I have to say is kickin' ass.  She's the only girl on the team!  School is almost over, another 7 more weeks I think.  I can't believe all they teach in Kinder nowadays.  She can read, it's so damned adorable too.  She's writing, not spelling shit right, but hell, I can't either.  God I love her…seeing her grow so much in this past year has been amazing!  I'm so proud!
 
 
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I have more pics of t-ball and even a short little clip of her batting and runnin' to first, but I gotta upload it and it's 1:20 am, so I'll do it later.
 
Anyway, there's your 'effed up update!  
 

 

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Breakdown…at work!

21 Feb

I think I'm a strong person.  I have days, weeks and occasionally a bad month here and there, but overall I'm pretty eff'ing strong.  I thought that, until yesterday at work.  Here's some background for you:

1. Avery's birthday is Friday the 22nd.  She would have been 7 this year.  I miss her tons but for the most part I smile when I think of her, rarely do I feel the burning of tears in my eyes when I think of her or hear her name.

2. I work for 10 hrs a day.  On the phones for 8 hrs and 50 mins of these 10 hrs per day…I'm an insurance agent (it's nice saying that, not just customer service or phone work).  95% of my calls are from military members and their families.  Sometimes I get a call like I did on Tuesday, which is the reason for this post.

The call started out completely normal, ie I need an insurance card and other questions.  Then the call changed.  I heard the cutest little noise on the phone, which I knew immediately as a newborn nursing.  So, I had already started a relationship with this younger woman so I asked about the noise.  She informed me that the noise was her 9 week old daughter, Avery.  The more and more we talked the more I learned about her situation.  This simple call drew into a 45 minute discussion about her young husband in Iraq missing the birth of their first child. She and Avery are living with some friends who's husband is also deployed.  I got the young woman's car insurance taken care of but realized that we (my company) had more to offer her.  I got our bank on the line since she had a credit card with us and I got her interest rate lower because of her deployed honey, down from 17.9% to 4% for a year.  This young mom was totally stoked that I even thought of that, she thanked me profusely for helping her and her family.  This is when the call turned into a heartbreaker.  I told her it was the very least I could do because of her and her family's sacrifice while her husband is overseas.  I explained that I appreciated everything that she and her husband are giving up for me and my family.  Because of their selflessness my family is free and living how we are.  I thanked her for trusting my company and also advised her to have a great day (the norm at the end of every call for me) then I said it…"give Avery a big hug for me".  The young woman just giggled and said "I sure will", while I choked an "ok" from my throat and fought back the all too familiar burn in my eyes.  I had to finish the call, hang up the phone and walk away. 

I went to the bathroom with red eyes and mascara stained cheeks and finally realized I needed to call my mom.  Mom said the usual wonderful things a mom says and it helped and had me smiling at the end of our call thank goodness.

So much of me was embarassed to breakdown at work, to call my mommy crying but mainly I just felt silly for getting so "involved" with a customer on the phone like that.  After a few moments I realized THAT is what makes me kick ass at my job.  That's why I'm not just answering calls all day.  I mean maybe I made that young woman smile, maybe when she sees her Avery she'll always know to treasure and cherish every moment with her and maybe, just maybe, she'll now know that even with her husband overseas others care for her even though we've never met.

I think I was supposed to get that call yesterday…this week.  I never forget about my angels, all of them, but I think it was God's way or letting me know that she is doing ok and she still thinks about me too!

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