Training, no hotels, and more crap than I can handle
After two weeks of mind-numbing training, negotiating a day off before returning to work, and chatting with new friends and frequent comsumption of red wine (and the introduction of XBOX Live – I’m a girl of many loves), I’m finally back home in the city of subdued excitement: Bellingham.
After being away from work for a while, I’m a little afraid of returning and having to, in a sense, start fresh. I’ll be employing a few new “tricks of the trade”, looking at what has changed, and catching up with my workmates. When I arrived home, the whole training experience solidified my desire to never work for a massive company. On the smaller, more individual level, things seem to be forgotten. District managers forget to do certain things after constant requests, things get lost, messages inevitably never get through, and so many little inconveniences that blow up into huge deals.
As I was checking in to my first hotel after a horribly long day at training, all I wanted to do was take a long bath, have some tea, read a book, snuggle, and fall asleep sprawled out on a big bed. Not so. I discovered I had no reservation making this day the beginning of a horrible week. I got to stay in the room I was supposed to have, however, I would have to move into a small, stinky hotel room in a different area for the rest of the week as no other hotels near the training site were vacant.
The second week was better even though I, again, started the week having no place to stay. In the end, I was able to stay at a much better hotel with a big bed, a full refrigerator, a stove top, and a deep tub. I finished each evening with small crackers, a bit of French cheese, and a glass of the loveliest French merlot I’ve had in a long while (either that or the week was just kicking my arse and anything tasted divine).
Needless to say, I was happy to be home when I opened the door last night. Everything was as I remembered. The kitties purred and greeted me, a gentle pitter-patter of rain was audible, and my Merlot was waiting for me with dinner.
This morning, I awoke with the lovely sensation of not having to go anywhere. I sat in my comfortable lounge chair, popped in a few dvds, ate breakfast, and pampered myself with Lush goodies.
I swear, the crappiest days can be made better by the smallest things.
