More observations from my first day at the new job:
My boss Deb took me all around and introduced me to everyone on the floor. That took nearly an hour, because most people wanted to actually chat and it was overwhelming because there was so much to take in, but at the same time, it made me feel wanted. None of the regular employees at my last job bothered to talk to the evening shift people, and the job before that one, I didn’t even have a desk. I’m definitely not treated like a temp at this place (and after 3 months, I won’t be!). Throughout the evening, random employees who I missed on my rounds with Deb actually came over on their own to introduce themselves. I’m not used to working at places at that.
My joining of the firm makes me Erin #3. There’s Boy Aaron and Girl Erin, and some of the people joked that they could call me Night Erin. “I like it,” I said, after considering it for a few seconds. “It makes me seem mysterious.” Like a madam, is what I wanted to say. “Anyway,” I added, “for four years at one of my jobs, I was referred to as The Girl, so I’ll take anything at this point.”
The woman I’m working with is Barb. She was one of the women who interviewed me and I liked her immediately. She’s in her fifties, very laid back and casual, and just gives off a good vibe. She’ll only be working until 5:30 but is staying late this week to help train me.
I had to sit at her desk last night since I don’t have access to their data program yet. While I did my work and she leafed through an Avon catalog, she asked, “Do you know if the Pirates won?”
“No, last I heard they were winning 3-2, but that was awhile ago.” Then I added, “I’m more of a hockey fan.”
She slapped down the Avon catalog and shouted, “Oh, me too! This is great, now I’ll have someone to talk to about the Penguins! Really, it’s just me and Derek who follow hockey, no one else here really cares.”
“Oh I know” I agreed. “It’s all football, football, football everywhere you go!” Silently, I thanked your God for placing me in that office.
“I’ll be right back, I have to get something to show you!” Barb left to retrieve Derek, who was gifted a chocolate Stanley Cup for Easter.
“I’m debating whether or not to eat it,” he said. Derek reminds me of a cross between Kat Von D’s brother Michael and Fred Savage. I like him.
“You cannot eat that!” I yelled. “At least, not until after…”
“Yeah you’re right,” he said. “I might jinx the Penguins!”
He returned to his desk, and Barb and I continued talking. I told her about how Henry and I had just gone to a Nailers game over the weekend.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to go to one of those games! Was it any good?” Then she asked me if I like the fighting. “The fighting is my favorite part,” she enthused. “My dad was the first general manager of the Penguins, back in the sixties, and he was totally against fighting,” she said, ever so casually.
“You’re JACK RILEY’S DAUGHTER??” I heard myself say it, and it sounded like I was using a megaphone.
I work with Jack Riley’s daughter, are you fucking kidding me, I love this goddamn job.