Training is almost over, and I'm almost out of pretzels
I don't know how much of this blog post is going to make sense (Heck, I don't even know what I'm going to write yet!) so if you like well-thought-out discussions of issues that plague/terrify/enlighten/amuse, you have come to the wrong place.
I have been a working woman in a dental office for a nearly two weeks now. I have subsisted on food-in-a-box (frozen dinners), cereal, bagged cut veggies, and pretzels. And chocolate. I just finished off the pretzels and all the rest of my food (including the chocolate) is at the office. Hopefully I'll survive until tomorrow morning. Although really, I could, if I were less tired, run over to Hy-vee, Target, or Walmart to get something (chocolate) to eat. But I'm too tired.
Dr. Hawley (employer and chivalrous carrier of my heavy suitcase) has asked me a couple of times while I was sitting at the front desk after business hours, typing away at some forms, if I was enjoying it ("it" meaning "working in this new scenario"). I have to say I do like it. I'll like it even better when I am confident in what I am doing. Right now, the processes and functions are not yet hard-wired into my neural net so it takes a lot of trial and error, guessing, and clicking icons to do what it is I am supposed to do.
But I do like sitting at a desk doing "office things."
Today we actually had a patient. We are still in the middle of software training so it kind of felt like a dress rehearsal for a play. There was a lot of whispering behind the scenes (hopefully out of earshot of the audience, aka Mr. Patient) about what do we do next and are we doing it right?
I watched a little bit of the procedure being done, and then I thought of all the times when Dr. Hawley used to bug me when he was a little kid. Equating this DOCTOR--who was just today using machinery costing thousands and thousands of dollars on someone's actual tooth--with the whiny twerp named Mike--who was constantly making strange noises and contorting his body into unnatural postures all the time--was difficult. And yet, Mike is still in there, making jokes and eagerly awaiting a good time to light off his newly purchased fireworks (one of which was called Alien Invaders, and I want to see it set off).
I'll kind of miss the office when I'm installed in my home office.
I'm too tired to write any more.
I have been a working woman in a dental office for a nearly two weeks now. I have subsisted on food-in-a-box (frozen dinners), cereal, bagged cut veggies, and pretzels. And chocolate. I just finished off the pretzels and all the rest of my food (including the chocolate) is at the office. Hopefully I'll survive until tomorrow morning. Although really, I could, if I were less tired, run over to Hy-vee, Target, or Walmart to get something (chocolate) to eat. But I'm too tired.
Dr. Hawley (employer and chivalrous carrier of my heavy suitcase) has asked me a couple of times while I was sitting at the front desk after business hours, typing away at some forms, if I was enjoying it ("it" meaning "working in this new scenario"). I have to say I do like it. I'll like it even better when I am confident in what I am doing. Right now, the processes and functions are not yet hard-wired into my neural net so it takes a lot of trial and error, guessing, and clicking icons to do what it is I am supposed to do.
But I do like sitting at a desk doing "office things."
Today we actually had a patient. We are still in the middle of software training so it kind of felt like a dress rehearsal for a play. There was a lot of whispering behind the scenes (hopefully out of earshot of the audience, aka Mr. Patient) about what do we do next and are we doing it right?
I watched a little bit of the procedure being done, and then I thought of all the times when Dr. Hawley used to bug me when he was a little kid. Equating this DOCTOR--who was just today using machinery costing thousands and thousands of dollars on someone's actual tooth--with the whiny twerp named Mike--who was constantly making strange noises and contorting his body into unnatural postures all the time--was difficult. And yet, Mike is still in there, making jokes and eagerly awaiting a good time to light off his newly purchased fireworks (one of which was called Alien Invaders, and I want to see it set off).
I'll kind of miss the office when I'm installed in my home office.
I'm too tired to write any more.
Comments
Mike and explosives. I remember Jake once said that if the house ever caught on fire you would know when it got to Mikes room.