Inside of work was Kitty. She was
friendly with a slight accent or maybe a speech impediment that
picked up when she was on a call. I think it was a change in her
voice that she used to put people at ease. I kind of do the same
thing with my very, very understated southern dialect.
The work was straightforward. We answer
call queues where we provide information, take messages or alert
on-call staff. We remotely monitor equipment and log or dispatch
personnel. It's pretty straightforward in retrospect, but that night,
tired as I was, it was overwhelming.
When I arrived, my email account didn't
have some group permissions, but everything else was set up just
fine. Navigating the system was a great way for me to try and stay
awake while learning things, but it wasn't effective enough.
I was drained, but I didn't want to
make any trouble by brewing coffee. Eventually I remembered that I'd
packed some raisins and water and, remembering my SEAL training
(Watching G.I. Jane counts as SEAL training!), rationed them
out to try to help things.
The night didn't go well. I left
thinking that I'd found another job I couldn't stand and afraid I'd
never find one that I could.
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