What a whirlwind of a week this has been so far.
My new job, or what I've experienced thus far through training, is going well. I had one day of company orientation on Monday, and yesterday began my job-specific training. I'll be doing classroom training for another week or so, and then I'll begin training on the phones. I should be ready to go on my own in about a month. A month seems like an awful long time to be training, but if I remember right, that's about what it was when I trained for my last call center job. There is a lot of software to learn, not to mention the rules and policies of the company.
In actuality, things have been pretty boring. It's mostly been a bunch of paperwork and corporate blah-blah-blah that everyone has to endure when starting a new job. My classmates are all relatively pleasant to be around, except for this one chick who insists on finishing everyone's sentences, even if she doesn't know what they're talking about.
As far as the other people in my class, there's another woman who has no front teeth and whistles when she says words with an "S" in it. There's also a woman who smells like she bathes in KFC fry grease, and a girl my age who has a black belt in some martial arts or karate. The only other guy in my class is pretty quiet (much like myself), but is a re-hire to the company and won't be with the class for very long.
The only thing I can think of that happened that is at least semi-noteworthy is something that our orientation leader said during the session that I found to be quite humorous.
She was talking about the company's policy on dress code. Even though my office is a call center environment, we still have to dress business casual. Despite how clear it was outlined in our handbooks that she had us following along with, she felt the need to demonstrate.
"Now, for the ladies," she said, "business casual means a blouse or shirt that isn't low cut or revealing. Dress pants or slacks are fine, just nothing that shows your underwear or anything if you bend over. Nobody likes to see tramp stamps at work."
The other people in the class thought this was pretty funny, and as I was taking a moment to chuckle politely, I looked around at the rest of the people in the room. Everyone was laughing, except for the woman sitting next to me. When the laughter died down, the orientation leader looked around the room, too, to make sure that everyone was okay to move on.
"What is it?" she said, seeing the frown creep across my table-mate's face.
"I," she said, her voice indignant, "have a lower back tattoo. Or, as you called them, a 'tramp stamp.'"
The orientation leader's face flushed red. She stammered and tried to recover, but ended up just quickly changing the subject. The offended table-mate sat there and stewed in silence for a while, and never really got over it. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but then again, I don't have a tramp stamp.
I'm sorry I haven't had the time to visit any of your blogs this week, but I do hope to get a chance to get caught up later tonight, or possibly tomorrow. It's going to be hard to find some free time while I'm going through training, but I promise I'll at least make it around here to keep you all posted.
Thank you all for your support and encouragement. It is all greatly appreciated! It's awesome to know I've got such a great group of people who have my back.