After countless hours in airports, airplanes, trains and automobiles, I finally have made it to my final destination.
Oh lord, what a difference.
Gone are the days of waking up at 7:45 every morning whether I like it or not, since I arrived here well, I still wake up early but not because I have to go to work early, just because my body is adjusting to the time change. My actual shift doesn’t start until 9, I wake up and actually have time for a proper breakfast! What a concept?!
And whereas I am used to dragging myself off work at 10:15 in the evening…I’m now closing up shop at …5:30? 6? 8 o’clock at the very latest! Gradually, ever so gradually, I can feel the life starting to edge back into me. It’s been missing for a while now.
The classes are going well, although at the moment I am still very definitely in training. Thankfully I have one of the best techies in the job as my trainer, who – while it’s true he’s thrown me in at the deep end and has me teaching classes when I’ve only been on board maybe 48 hours – is patiently instructing me when I go wrong and when I get things out of order (like I did with today’s movie maker class, over-familiarity with the material, dang it). He says I’m doing fine, and that I get all the touch points covered which is the point, but I know I have a tendency to scramble when I do make a mistake, and that’s a confidence thing which I can only hope will fix itself with time.
It’s difficult in some ways for me to sit back and take the constructive criticism, as I have become rather over-defensive in the past few years because of the amount of stress brought on by my previous position, but this is criticism I need to learn the new job, so I’m trying to be grateful for it rather than resentful of it. Besides I know that I’ve made mistakes, and he’s been easier on me than I’ve been on myself.