I have completed 2 weeks at the new job. I know I'm overqualified in many ways, except for my lack of experience with property management. My predecessor refused to train me, so I'm being trained by people who don't really know my job very well. And I'm (as I almost always have) exceeding expectations and delighting my employers. That's a good thing.
I am happy to work with nice people. I've worked with some world-class jerks at a few jobs. I've had some jobs where I was miserable, that actually came extremely close to putting me in the hospital. I don't get the feeling that will happen here.
I make less than half of what I made in Oregon, so that isn't exactly to my liking. The commute is about 15 miles, and I wish it were less (takes 25 minutes, if I speed and encounter no problems).
Today, I got told I was doing "a helluva job." It made me feel good. In fact, though, no matter what the job, I always do my best, and strive to do better than my predecessor. That's just how I do things.
Meanwhile, I'm struggling with money, as I didn't get unemployment for the month of July (and didn't start work until August). I have a critical payment to make this month, will just be able to squeeze it out, but nothing left over for new clothes (that I badly need, due to the recent weight loss and climate change). And really wanted a desk chair for my bedroom, but I guess that can wait until the end of the month (was hoping to manage it this weekend, what with the "sales tax holiday" - oh well).
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