|Work stuff, pt. 5
||[03 Sep 2004|09:33pm]
Today was a big day. Maybe not THE big day, but A big day, nonetheless.
We had Jeopardy and phony phone calls for the second day in a row. The other girl and I were a Jeopardy team today, and we sucked. We sucked hard. Made a very poor showing in front of the managers. Damn.
Entered orders, took phone calls, did quotes. I didn't really feel pressured or stressed about it, though. No big deal. Then lunch. Italian food again. Very tasty.
After lunch, we found out that they knew where three (out of ten) of us were going: international. The fluent German speaker, one of the quiet guys, and me.
I'm working on Canadian accounts. You would think someone who speaks French would be a better fit ... but whatever. At least, though, I'm not working 6 a.m. to 3 p.m., like the non-Canadian international team folk. But I also didn't get 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. like I wanted.
I'll still be working 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m., but I'll have some weird holidays off probably. That's gonna be weird. If I had existing customer relationships, I'd probably be working Monday.
So, I have no idea how busy I'll be or what the job will be like. I'll have to learn Canadian versions of the things I've already learned, and I'll have to do a lot of currency conversion.
I'm not thrilled. I'm not disappointed. I'm a little apprehensive. I'm a little excited. The people on my team seem a little nutty, but that's good. And there's at least one VERY gay guy, which is also good. Goodbye, closet!
So... That's really about it.