I was kept fairly busy with meeting the office people, getting more acquainted with the boss (of whom I must say I really like), and learning the basics. Just taking in all the newness kept my mind occupied. I was on alert for all incoming instructions. The phones rang a lot and I had to pass off most of them to Paula, the office manager (or as they call it now, Administrative Specialist). There was a lot to learn and I was a bit overwhelmed but that was to be expected. What was the most frustrating was not knowing how to answer all the questions on the phone and having to pass them over like some dummy. But that was to be expected, too. So, the day passed fairly quickly but probably since I was on such a high.

Today. That's another story. The idleness has set in. There is only so much that Paula can show me at a time. The rest of the time she needs to spend catching up on her work she had to leave sitting while she showed me the most mundane things. There are five inspectors also in the office. They are there for about an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Some days they're there longer depending on how many inspections they have to do. I've already found out more than I really wanted to know about what permits one needs for doing certain things, of which I am not going to mention here so as not to incriminate myself, :-). So far, the inspectors have pretty much ignored me. This office has had a lot of temp workers pass through.

So, here I am, on only the second day here and I have had to resort to amusing myself while I'm waiting for the phone to ring and as I watch the minutes tick by. This is the hardest part. Trying to look busy while being bored out of my head. I hate this. Not having some task to do to fill my time. So, I turned to writing. The one thing guarenteed to help pass time.

I'm still rather in shock about the whole deal. I had a feeling that it would happen this quickly. That I'd make the phone call to an agency and, blam, I'd be sitting here in an office working. That's pretty much what happened. Somehow I have to quiet this little voice in my head that is screaming at me, "What Have You Done!?"

Okay, quick, think why you're here. Why you wanted to be here. Was it money or was it depression you were trying to alleviate? I think it went hand in hand but if I had to put one first it would have to be the depression. The winter depression I hadn't yet been able to shake. I needed a good jolt and, by golly, it looks like I've given myself one.