Well…that was an interesting first day

So today was my first day at the new job, and…it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t all that good either.

Basically, the feeling I had when I left today was, “what did I get myself into?”

Although the start of the day should have been hint enough that it wasn’t going to be great. 

At 6am this morning, a man banged on the front door, demanding to know if I or my parents had a white or silver car, because SOMEONE with a white or silver car, had left a dent in his car.  Well, my dad does have a silver-colored Honda, and he doesn’t remember backing into anybody, but he admits that his memory isn’t what it used to be, and that shadow of doubt was enough for this douche to accuse my father of having dented his car and he was going to call the cops to file a report.

HOWEVER–where was his car?  Not there.  In fact, he refused to say where his car was, AND apparently this incident occurred sometime LAST TUESDAY…and it’s Monday now, so WHY would you wait nearly an entire week to file a report???  Was he expecting us to just give him money? Because my dad asked for his insurance info, and the asswipe couldn’t “remember” who his insurance provider was, and then the police finally show up, and ask this guy these very questions (”where is your car now? Why did you wait till now to file a report?”) and he can’t supply them with an answer, and then reveals that he got off work at 4am, went home and drank at least 3-4 beers, before deciding to come over to our house and bang on our door.

He finally went away when he realized the cops weren’t going to “help” him, but understandably my dad was worried he might come back and vandalize the house or something. Still worried, and I can’t blame him.

AND THEN, I left for my new job.  And the first thing I learn upon entering is, “don’t unpack any of your stuff, because late next week, we’re getting new carpet” so all of the boxes of my things had to be stored in a spare meeting room, and then I was taken to not one, not two, not even three, BUT FOUR different storage rooms that are filled to the brim, and told “you need to go through these”.  But do what? Because I’m not gonna lie, my first inclination is to call 1-800-JUNK and have a giant dumpster park outside and toss a majority of this stuff. But that alone is a full-time job in it’s own right!  And there’s this weird rule that you can’t be in the office if the secretary isn’t there, and no one knew where my new office keys were (we finally found them before I left) and no one knew who was in charge of giving me the various paperwork to fill out…

Ugh.

My previous job had its faults, including the fact that it was part-time and paid very little, but compared to what I experienced today, it was so much better organized!  And I just have this bad feeling that more than I expected is going to be dumped on my shoulders.

Oh, and my commute today took 3 hours, round trip.  That will eventually change (I hope to move closer later this fall) but…wow. I’m going to be getting gas at least twice if not three times a week (and naturally prices just went up).

And I blame ALL OF THIS on that stupid drunk asshole who came pounding at our door at 6 this morning, because he just put the entire day into a negative perspective :oP

Anyway, that’s my grumble.  Bah humbug