beanside | Naptime is the best time

Unfortunately, no naps for me.

For a while during the pandemic, they had my entire team working 8am-4:30pm. Now we're back to regular schedules, which for me is 10am-6:30pm. I do not like it. I had a taste of the early shift, and I want it back. I get up at 6:30am no matter what, since my sister leaves for work at 7am, and someone needs to be upstairs in case Dad needs something. I dislike the big chunk of time between when I wake up and when I go to work. When I was working in the office, it wasn't so bad, since I had to leave early to get a parking spot. At home, it's a long stretch where I'm awake and ready to go (many, many cups of coffee) and I'm left cooling my heels.

I continue to obsess and fret about my upcoming interview. Last night, I had a meltdown, worrying that if I got the job, it would thrown everyone's schedule into chaos, and was that selfish? I think it is a little. Jess consoled me, and promised it would all work out. I'm waffling. I really want to advance, and Team Lead is the next step up. From there, I could get into the Service Office or to the next managerial level. I had applied last time it came up, but I didn't get it. I've advanced since then, so I think I have a better shot. I think it also hurt me last time that I had applied for a couple jobs at the same basic time. It made it look like I was just applying to everything. This time, it's been a year since I applied for anything, and I've only applied for this.

On the plus side, the interview is with the local managers, so that's good for me. The manager who sent me the interview message is the same one who hired me for specialist and was briefly my manager, so hopefully that's a good sign.

I feel like on paper I'm a good candidate. I was on the phones for almost three years, with two promotions along the way. I was floor support, which meant I was responsible for helping anyone who needed it, and taking escalation calls from Karens and Chads who wanted to complain to a "manager." I actually enjoyed that. I like helping people, and I took a perverse glee in telling some of the entitled people that I wouldn't (usually couldn't) do what they wanted. I was one of the more available floor support people, always ready to help, and I was a favorite of coworkers, because unless they were doing something wrong, I'd back them up on their decisions.

Then, I moved to specialist, where I was fixing cases that people screwed up, and I did that accurately and quickly, so I was moving a metric ton of cases. I helped out other departments, and when it was offered, I moved to another department, where I've continued to help out with whatever was needed, and requested more training so I could be even more useful.

Now, I just need to not botch the interview. It's over Microsoft Teams, so all the pretty clothes I got were for naught. Still, it's good to have a couple nice outfits in general. Someday, this fricking pandemic will ease up, and damned if I'm not going somewhere nice for dinner. I need to get the pants hemmed, but now there's not a huge rush. Yes, I will continue to fret on this. I am not patient.

Did my volunteer training for Con.txt. Still time to sign up if you're interested! The panels look really cool, and I'm looking forward to several of them. I agreed to moderate the Discord server for a few hours, and maybe do tech support for the Zoom panels if need be.

I'm starting to feel fannish about The Old Guard, which is a nice feeling. It's been so long since something caught my interest, but the immortal assassin husbands are just too cute. I have no defense against them. I went in thinking I'd be all about Charlize Theron's Andy, because hello as kicking woman. And don't get me wrong, she was hot. I want fic about her and Quynh. But Joe/Nicky just hit all my kinks. Enemies to friends/lovers, love that lasts for eternity, etc.

We shall see if this drags fic out of me.