Days 2-5: Welcome to Hogwarts!

If you're not familiar with the song I'm referencing, here's your chance:

Short form: I'm not dead.

(Only mentally, after the week I've had.)

All right?

Carry on, then.


I guess I left off on…


I understand that companies want us to get acclimated to their policies and everything, but orientation is always so boring! The most intriguing thing I learned was that we have different colored bin liners for different things.

No, really.

(I was about to specify colors, but I realized that would probably fall under "classified information", so I'll be non-specific.)

One is for shreddables — credit card signature slips (after we've scanned them into the system), extraneous label-sheet-parts after we've done whatever we need to do with them…if it has personal information on it, it goes in that particular bin.

One is for empty med bottles, etcetera. I don't remember if they do anything with the items in that bin besides recycle them, though…it's been a long week.

And regular clear ones for generic trash. (Not a lot of that, surprisingly [at least out of my hands]…probably because pharmacies handle so much personal information.)



I had computer training (which I finished in 3.5 hours), so I drove home Monday night and was able to sleep in my own bed. (YAY!)

Whoever put the beds together in those hotels…it must have been two different people. After all, who puts a squishy pillow with a mattress so hard, it make a rock envious? (I was reading reviews of that particular hotel later that night–or maybe the following morning–and one said their wife opted to sleep on the floor, the bed was so hard. Yikes.)

I want to say, "There was nothing remarkable about my day", but I don't usually want to strangle the computer after multiple quiz failures.

It wasn't that I didn't know the material, it was that I had to get a perfect score on two of them (one was HIPAA and I think the other might have been controlled substances) and I kept getting a 91%.

Oh and I was wearing the wrong shoes (we were told "work shoes, not gym shoes"–even though every health professional in her right mind wears trainers [to use the Brit term]), so the "I haven't worked in a while" pain traveled all the way up to my hips. Especially since there was no "cashier's mat" to stand on. (I think I was on one of the lesser-used computers, that's why.)



I don't mind working Christmas Eve (since Christmas is not one of my holidays); but the key there is working, not sitting in the classroom. The upside of all that, however, is that we were sent home at 1:15 and given the following day off.

I'd missed my turn the night before, so when I went down to turn around and come back, I stopped at the nearby Subway and got myself a "Southwest tuna" to munch on during training. (It's really nice to drive the 60 mi/96.5 km home without your tummy growling!)

Also, since it was Christmas Eve, we had Chinese for dinner–which I went for after I'd napped for two hours. Dad had pork and black mushrooms (something he hasn't had in a long time) and I decided to try princess chicken (which I'm told is similar to kung pao chicken) on lo mein instead of rice. (It was good, I just need to remember to have them leave out the veggies I don't like.*) And pot stickers. Because always pot stickers.

*Sidebar: once, when I was still working there, I remembered to ask for the peppers, onions and mushrooms to be left out and my favorite cook said, "Only chicken and water chestnuts?" So I told him he could throw in pea pods and bamboo shoots. I can't do that anymore, though, because that's one of those orders where I have to be right there telling them or something will go amiss.

Ken was great, though. I miss talking to him. I'd always go into the kitchen almost as soon as I got there, get my supplies ready to go, check the rice level and have a little chat with him. ^_^


Yeah, you saw that disaster.

Unfortunately, it caused a fight with my mother (big surprise {/sarcasm}) and I walked out.

Honestly, I didn't even want to go anywhere. I was just going for the meatloaf and cheesy potatoes. (And the prospect of possible chocolate in my stocking, of course.)

So I went home, ate leftover Chinese and napped.

(In case I've never mentioned it, I nap every day–if I have the time. It's a hold-over from when I was fresh out of the hospital and so doped up on CNS depressants that I couldn't stay awake much more than a few hours after lunch.)

Next Time: Day Six – Sink or Swim!

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