Ted the Henchman™ checks in again:
Today was my first day at SPECTOR®, and it went far smoother than any of my other experiences with the company thus far, which is both a shock and a relief. The neighborhood seems less threatening now, perhaps because I've had a chance to meet a little of the residents. Hardly middle-class mall-folk, thank God, and mostly good people.
The head henchman, Largo, at my location seems like a nice fellow, although he (and pretty much all of my coworkers) mainly serve to remind me how much I want to get out of henching. When I was henchman interning back in high school, I remember thinking how sad some of the older men who were still there were, and now, if I'm not careful, I'll become one of them.
The learning curve was fairly steep, but it's hardly rocket science. Move this there, help someone find that, try to remember what keys to punch. Tomorrow I'm to learn about satellites, and that seems more complicated, but mostly it's just remembering different figures, and that will likely come with habit.
Fortunately for me, Largo decided to forgo the usual, idiotic SPECTOR-dictated training mode and just let me learn as I went along. This was a relief, as the packet I was working from yesterday reminded me of the kind of busy work teachers used to give me in grade school when they wanted to sneak out for a smoke. I'm sure that I could learn something from it, but it would never be as useful or memorable as actual, real-world experience. However, this meant a lot of looking like an idiot when someone asked me a question I did not know. I can't count the number of times I said "It's my first day" today.
Still, even though things aren't as bad as they first seemed, I'm still steaming about the misleading and rushed hiring process I was put through. I still don't have solid facts on a lot of things about this job, and it's frustrating in more ways than I care to count. I'm going to write a letter, even if it costs me this stupid job.
© 2003 Ted the Henchman.
Today was my first day at SPECTOR®, and it went far smoother than any of my other experiences with the company thus far, which is both a shock and a relief. The neighborhood seems less threatening now, perhaps because I've had a chance to meet a little of the residents. Hardly middle-class mall-folk, thank God, and mostly good people.
The head henchman, Largo, at my location seems like a nice fellow, although he (and pretty much all of my coworkers) mainly serve to remind me how much I want to get out of henching. When I was henchman interning back in high school, I remember thinking how sad some of the older men who were still there were, and now, if I'm not careful, I'll become one of them.
The learning curve was fairly steep, but it's hardly rocket science. Move this there, help someone find that, try to remember what keys to punch. Tomorrow I'm to learn about satellites, and that seems more complicated, but mostly it's just remembering different figures, and that will likely come with habit.
Fortunately for me, Largo decided to forgo the usual, idiotic SPECTOR-dictated training mode and just let me learn as I went along. This was a relief, as the packet I was working from yesterday reminded me of the kind of busy work teachers used to give me in grade school when they wanted to sneak out for a smoke. I'm sure that I could learn something from it, but it would never be as useful or memorable as actual, real-world experience. However, this meant a lot of looking like an idiot when someone asked me a question I did not know. I can't count the number of times I said "It's my first day" today.
Still, even though things aren't as bad as they first seemed, I'm still steaming about the misleading and rushed hiring process I was put through. I still don't have solid facts on a lot of things about this job, and it's frustrating in more ways than I care to count. I'm going to write a letter, even if it costs me this stupid job.
© 2003 Ted the Henchman.
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