New Jobs Suck
I was fortunate and blessed in that I secured a position very close to home, making about the same money but without the commute, working hours that suit us and doing the job that I have had loads of experience doing.
It's the initial pissing contests that I despise. But piss, we must. As a woman working in a male dominated field, I am unfortunately not exempt from playing that game. I don't know any other way around it - other than being a smiling, silent, silly fool. That's just SO not me. Well, sometimes I am a fool and silly, but usually not smiling OR silent.
I can stand toe to toe with the worst of them, but it doesn't mean that I like doing it. I'd prefer not to, but I am rarely given the choice. They and their testosterone soaked egos just can't help themselves. So it's either stand there and take it, or give it right back and I just can't seem to help but to give it right back.
It makes for an uncomfortable orientation period, though.
Guys - here's a hint. It's okay NOT to know something, and it's also okay to know something and share that knowledge with someone else. So, why, when I ask a simple question that my current trainer didn't know the answer to, did he act like a tantrum-prone two year old and ass? All I can think is that he didn't like not knowing the answer, didn't like the idea of doing something a different way, and also doesn't like the fact that I might have a little more experience with CICS than he does. And what of the young'uns these days? The P.C. techie, windows and menu addicted next generation? Smart alecks - that's what they are! Little shits. Thinking they're the gods of computers, when what they're best at is how to navigate around pretty little pictures with the little grabby hand.
My initial weeks of training and orientation are complete - and now I have 4 nights off. Thank God! Hopefully I'll be settled into my shift and comfortably running it soon.
I just wonder where all those good guys are - like some of the guys I've been lucky enough to work with in the past. (Way past - like before I had kids past.)