First Day thoughts

I felt more than competent to do the job, that's for sure. And they made me feel more than welcome. Warm, friendly people. I like it much. My boss, Pat, she is prolly almost as old as my parents...and is encouraging, appreciative, huggy even. I'm not usually up for hugs from strangers, but I have managed to be OK with it, so far. Her son, Mike, is 2nd in command, will take over when she retires, and he is a really nice, easy-going, makes me comfortable. His wife, Gina, is nice, though she doesn't seem to be able to smile (?). My favorite so far, though, is Sue. She is a little Southern doll, talks so fast I can hardly keep up, cute as a bug, prolly in her late 50's or early 60's (trying to judge by the facial wrinkles)...and she's a dog lover like me, asked about mine already. :) She normally only works part-time, but is working extra hours to help me get trained. I already just adore her, she's a happy and charming sweetheart. Told me today that she was thinking about me & my first day last night, how dear is that?

The job won't challenge me too much intellectually, at this point...but I was a bit, um, less-than-thrilled to find out that the job is not exactly as described to me. As in, I'm expected to assume receptionist duties. Not at all my thing. At this point, I will just deal. Beggars can't be choosers, for sure. I have a job, there are plenty of Americans right now who don't. Shut up, be grateful, do something about it later, when ya got letters after your name...

Meanwhile, I doesn't has to go bankrupt, I will pay off my debts if the employment continues, and in 90 days, I'll have (much needed) medical insurance to cover my very spensive maintenance meds. Woo hoo. Ain't gonna bitch about bein' better off, no how, no way!