new old mail book notes profile irish home |
2025-03-27
In other news: My new job didn't work out. Without going into too many specifics, for starters, their training times are in MT while I am in CT. This means that instead of an 8-5 training, I had to endure the ever so dreadful 10-7, and because I've never worked from home before, I haven't had a desk in years so I improvised a desk with a folding chair we had lying around and one of those tray tables people use to eat their dinner. Sitting in that chair was hell on earth, but I hate getting ahead of myself so I wanted to wait to see how this three week training thing went before buying a proper desk and office chair. how it went: Mentally exhausting. Ten pages filled with protocols we absolutely had to follow verbatim because (as I learned later) you'd get in trouble for not doing them exactly as they're written because your calls would be monitored not only in training, but well into the job and having too many points against you was grounds for eventual dismissal. Another red flag was something that constituted a Work-Life balance issue for me that stood out because it was disguised as a good thing between the in charge adults on this Zoom call but I wasn't buying it. They tell you initially that you have a set schedule and when grown adults tell you that, you expect them to make good on it. Yet, it doesn't seem so. If your shift ends at 3PM, you expect to clock out at 3PM, but apparently in our case, you always need to be set to Available. So that means: If it's 2:59:59, you better be set to Available and if a call comes in and it happens to be 2 hours long, you have to take it and finish it. When RR said "It's a good thing because you get over-time, right? And who doesn't like over-time?" I found myself coming to terms that in three weeks, these people expected me to have the extensive knowledge and vocabulary of a Doctor, Nurse, Insurance Agent, Loan Officer, Road Side Assistance Agent, 401K planner, Medicare/Medicaid Agent, IRS, Police, Lawyer, 911 Operator, Disney Associate, Travel Agent, Utilities CSR, Surgeon, Psychiatrist/ Psychologist and God knows what else... all while navigating 2-3 people at the same time and their various quirks and nuances while also being micro-managed by monitors and holding points over your head if you do the slightest thing wrong in a very stressful situation. I knew this was going to be a crucial decision whether it happened on week 1 or week 3 and I just needed to have the wisdom to understand when I was going to make that choice. My brain was fried every day with so much information, so many rules and protocols and so many expectations that did not match the pay. So I decided to stop in the name of sanity and as soon as I went to bed that night after making that choice, the weight that pressed against my body was gone, the headaches disappeared and the only reminder of what I went through were the things i left hanging around like the 10 pages of protocols, the notebook filled with pages of hand-written notes, passwords to get into their systems, the whiteboard with the black marker, the schedule that I wrote down that I had chosen that I never got to do and the ID number assigned to me that I no longer needed to remember by heart. But I slept so well that night because I chose my mental health and probably avoided so much stress that would have eventually followed me had I continued when I knew almost from the very beginning that it wasn't the right fit. Hopefully the next place will be the one and I hope it finds me well.... and soon. |
|
Imposter Syndrome, Visa Approval and a Baby. - 2025-03-14 Flowers. - 2025-02-15 The Birthday Irony. - 2025-01-31 From Hero to Zero. - 2025-01-26 |