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And just like that, it's done. I am officially done and dusted with IKEA.
Yesterday went well. I left early to go to my physical, because I wasn't sure what traffic would be like on I-95. It was pretty busy, but despite a bit of stop and go traffic, I got there super early and sat in my car for a while before I went in, still early. It turned out to be a good thing as I had a bit of paperwork to fill out.
The exam went okay. I found out that the Rybelsus is still working and I've lost another 10lbs. I found that I probably need an eye exam, because my left eye needs a bit of work. And I found that I'm damn well good enough to work for 911! I passed! The first time they took it with the automated cuff my BP was a touch high, but then they switched to the fat cuff and it was fine. I just pictured myself in our room at the Polynesian back in February and it was perfectly normal. It really basically seemed like a "are you breathing? Can you hear and see?" type of exam. There was a woman getting a exam for the police academy and I felt bad for her. She was having to do excercise follwed by spirometry tests. Apparently she passed, so nice job, lady. I hope you're not a shitty cop.
After that, I headed to work. I did not do one blessed thing all day. I just kinda sat there and chatted with people.
There was a weird mood in the call center. On one hand, people were sad I was leaving, and happy that I was "getting out" as one of them put. But on the other, there was this undercurrent of anger. At IKEA mostly. They were pissed that they'd driven out someone who actually cared about the team. And I think they resented that I was leaving because they were suddenly realizing how much work I do, that someone was going to need to pick up. No one voiced that to me, but it was definitely there. And I think there was a lot of envy.
They gave me a lovely card, and then the Staten Island team sent me cupcakes, which was unexpected and very sweet.
At 4pm, I sent a very salty email to our deputy director, which included the phrase "I still hold the IKEA values at heart, but I no longer believe that the RCMP does." (RCMP stands for Remote Customer Meeting Point, not the Mounties). Then, I hauled my monitors and computer equipment in and I was done.
My manager nearly made me cry right at the end, telling me how much he was going to miss me and that "When I find myself in a room of important people, remember that you're there because you belong." It's only fair, I sent him a note that made him get teary, too.
When I was done, I sat in my car, waiting to see if I was going to cry, but I didn't.
Last night, I was anxious as hell right before bed. I think it was setting in that I'd walked away from a stable job of my own free will.
I've been watching tiktok videos of dispatchers and it seems like they do a lot all at once, which makes me slightly nervous. I'm going to be doing a lot of learning over the next 10 weeks. I mean, I'll get there, it just a lot.
Plus, it seems like this is a career that people do a lot of preparation for. Just for the test, there's a ton of test prep you can do. And then there's the rest. And I just sort of...fell into it, and passed the test. I'm just hoping it wasn't a total fluke.
But it's all good, because tonight we have Frostmaiden, and that'll be awesome. Tonight will mostly be set up for the next part of the campaign and some scenes from post battle with some nice meaty RP. Tomorrow, we have nothing scheduled, so it's going to be a quiet day.
Okay, time for me to go get dad up. I hear him stirring and any moment I'm going to hear his dulcet voice yelling to go to the bathroom. Everyone have an excellent Friday!
Yesterday went well. I left early to go to my physical, because I wasn't sure what traffic would be like on I-95. It was pretty busy, but despite a bit of stop and go traffic, I got there super early and sat in my car for a while before I went in, still early. It turned out to be a good thing as I had a bit of paperwork to fill out.
The exam went okay. I found out that the Rybelsus is still working and I've lost another 10lbs. I found that I probably need an eye exam, because my left eye needs a bit of work. And I found that I'm damn well good enough to work for 911! I passed! The first time they took it with the automated cuff my BP was a touch high, but then they switched to the fat cuff and it was fine. I just pictured myself in our room at the Polynesian back in February and it was perfectly normal. It really basically seemed like a "are you breathing? Can you hear and see?" type of exam. There was a woman getting a exam for the police academy and I felt bad for her. She was having to do excercise follwed by spirometry tests. Apparently she passed, so nice job, lady. I hope you're not a shitty cop.
After that, I headed to work. I did not do one blessed thing all day. I just kinda sat there and chatted with people.
There was a weird mood in the call center. On one hand, people were sad I was leaving, and happy that I was "getting out" as one of them put. But on the other, there was this undercurrent of anger. At IKEA mostly. They were pissed that they'd driven out someone who actually cared about the team. And I think they resented that I was leaving because they were suddenly realizing how much work I do, that someone was going to need to pick up. No one voiced that to me, but it was definitely there. And I think there was a lot of envy.
They gave me a lovely card, and then the Staten Island team sent me cupcakes, which was unexpected and very sweet.
At 4pm, I sent a very salty email to our deputy director, which included the phrase "I still hold the IKEA values at heart, but I no longer believe that the RCMP does." (RCMP stands for Remote Customer Meeting Point, not the Mounties). Then, I hauled my monitors and computer equipment in and I was done.
My manager nearly made me cry right at the end, telling me how much he was going to miss me and that "When I find myself in a room of important people, remember that you're there because you belong." It's only fair, I sent him a note that made him get teary, too.
When I was done, I sat in my car, waiting to see if I was going to cry, but I didn't.
Last night, I was anxious as hell right before bed. I think it was setting in that I'd walked away from a stable job of my own free will.
I've been watching tiktok videos of dispatchers and it seems like they do a lot all at once, which makes me slightly nervous. I'm going to be doing a lot of learning over the next 10 weeks. I mean, I'll get there, it just a lot.
Plus, it seems like this is a career that people do a lot of preparation for. Just for the test, there's a ton of test prep you can do. And then there's the rest. And I just sort of...fell into it, and passed the test. I'm just hoping it wasn't a total fluke.
But it's all good, because tonight we have Frostmaiden, and that'll be awesome. Tonight will mostly be set up for the next part of the campaign and some scenes from post battle with some nice meaty RP. Tomorrow, we have nothing scheduled, so it's going to be a quiet day.
Okay, time for me to go get dad up. I hear him stirring and any moment I'm going to hear his dulcet voice yelling to go to the bathroom. Everyone have an excellent Friday!
