A Day In My Life

No, not really. Those videos bore me because they’re often exaggerated.

But at only two days in, I am in love with the work-from-home life. I could do a “day in my life” video, but I admit it’d be very boring since half of the video would be me eating and sleeping before my shift.

I suppose an argument could be made I’m in the “honeymoon phase”, and I wouldn’t disagree. But the small changes alone make it hard for me to imagine tiring of this any time soon.

  • During my first fifteen minute break today, I took a shower. That definitely can’t be done in person.
  • I seem to no longer hate Mondays and mornings.
  • Going to the “cafeteria” (my kitchen) now takes five seconds as opposed to five minutes, and I am not waiting for someone to finish using a microwave.
  • My feet feel great!
  • I can sit down while working. And lie down too, for that matter. My body aches have mysteriously disappeared.
  • According to my friends, I’m more positive. I don’t see it, but that’s what I’ve been told.

The downside? Well, if I’m not careful, I’ll regain the forty pounds I lost. If that weren’t a concern, I’d happily sink into the life of a hermit.

I suppose I’ll see what I write in another 363 days.

(No Longer) Waiting On A Miracle

Why, yes, I’m rather obsessed with Encanto. How’d you guess?

After four years, I finally say goodbye to the Amazon warehouse. Eh. I can’t make too many complaints. It wasn’t a bad job, I enjoyed almost every person I worked with, I made a lot of friends, and they have a ton of benefits. So, why am I leaving?

Because my feet don’t like me.

Okay, that’s simplifying it. The actual reason is the job is not stimulating, and apparently, that is torture to my brain. But finding a job during a season of seemingly endless layoffs feels less likely than being struck by lightning.

Less, but not impossible.

After a number of applications I didn’t bother to keep count of, I interviewed and accepted an offer for a job as an account specialist. Yes, I am back in the field of customer service. The twist?

I don’t need to leave my house.

My new position is remote and to say I’m thrilled is putting it mildly. My commute was never bad, so I can’t complain about that, but I am anxiously awaiting the day when I wake up at 6:30am, when I wear “safety shoes”, when I carry a transparent bag for the last time. I will miss my co-workers, but I will not miss the noise, the toll road, the traffic, or the stand-ups (which I started skipping anyway). Granted, my new role has meetings, but again, I don’t have to leave my house, so I’ll consider that a trade-off.

Way back when I first began to work with Amazon, someone on Reddit took it upon themselves to let me know I’m not living my life correctly. I can only imagine that person would implode if they learned I am going to another entry level position that pays less while earning another degree. I didn’t understand the investment in a stranger’s life choices then, and I still don’t understand now. But I do enjoy people’s heads exploding.

What really makes me feel happy about getting the role is I interviewed for a different company and was rejected by them, and that was a role I very much wanted. It wasn’t remote and required traveling around their district. Being rejected for that role hurt for a while. But now that I have the remote role, I’m happy I was rejected by the other company.

But more so, I said I wanted this year to be my last in the warehouse, and it is. I am still shock it happened.

So, what do I do now? Wait for my start date. And listen to Encanto.