Oh my God it has been a week, I'll tell you.
Monday and Tuesday were orientation, and while I can't divulge a whole lot about my new place of employment, I will say that the HR department is SERIOUSLY mucked up. It was a frickin' circus of malfunctioning Powerpoint presentations, screwed-up software, and disorganization. Holy cow. I could have committed identity theft about forty times over, just by a stack of paperwork that was left RIGHT NEXT TO ME while I was completing online training.
And I had to get yet another TB test, because reasons, and when I went back to get it checked this morning, oooops! There weren't any nurses readily available to check it. IN A SEVERAL HUNDRED BED MEDICAL FACILITY. eeeesh.
Then, THEN, I went into work for what was supposed to be a couple of hours, and ended up spending seven hours putting out fires left and right, because, GUESS WHAT? The company still needs a full-time admin assist. And I was there for one day.
THEN I get home to discover a voicemail - Evidently my titer did not reveal sufficient immunization from measles, so I'm going to have to get re-vaccinated. Hopefully that won't affect my start date, which is ... MONDAY.
Oh lord. I am so tired right now I just want to collapse. And I kept wondering, why is this stressing me out so much? When I got thinking about it, most of the major stressful situations in my life previously were of my own choosing. When I left my abusive ex and got a divorce, that was my call. When I bought the house, that was my call. When my Mom died, of COURSE that was not my call, but it was not unexpected.
And then ... this. Almost completely unexpected, with very little notice, I had to find a new job. And as Becs mentioned in her recent post, once you are of a certain age, finding a new job is not easy, even if you've kept your skills updated. Add in that I do best when I'm in control, and this was just ... hard. Terribly hard, and terribly sucky.
And now, starting Monday, I will be going through two more weeks of training at my place of employ, although THANK GOD it will at the office where I will actually be working, instead of the place where the mucked-up orientation was held. I keep telling myself that I'm getting there, I'm making progress, and very soon, things will get easier, and six months from now, I won't even remember how stressed out I was now.
Onward! *sob* Send me some peace, somebody!