I just recently moved to Utah, preparing early for some sort of graduate program attendance. One thing I was not excited for was the heat. Well, I didn't realize just how hot it would be for my Northwest-bred body. My lips are chapped all the time and the skin on my legs sometimes look subject to a drought. Plus, there is a plethora of spiders hanging around, scaring the essence of life out of me.
But, it's really not all that bad. I got a job as tech support, which is actually much better than I thought it would be. My brother works at the same company, so I applied because he sounded like he was happy working there and I'm all about a job that makes me happy. When I was told I'd be working tech support, I kind of started to fret. Like most kids of my generation, I know computers well enough to easily function on a daily basis. But, tech support? I was not that advanced.
When I got into the actual job, I got even more nervous, since some of my coworkers would spout mumbo jumbo about ip configuration and database preferences. I often asked the poor, unsuspecting people in the office about how to solve issues and I hoped and prayed I would conquer all this confusion on my part.
Good news, I got over it. I learned quite a bit; I got a lot of help; and I was able to handle most issues on my own. I learned what questions to ask, what sort of information to collect and now I'm feeling alright about the job part. But my favorite part isn't necessarily that I'm learning so much, it's the people.
I love my coworkers.
Maybe that seems weird because I've only been working there for maybe a month or so. But we really have a lot of fun while we're working. When you call tech support, you usually hear some professionally dull person on the other end saying, "how can I help you?" What you don't know is that sometimes, while that tech is waiting for something to load up, they will mute the phone so you can't hear them and turn to their coworker and be like, "let's order pizza." I do the best that I can to help each client, but my workplace doesn't stop you from having fun while you're working. We laugh and joke and tease all the time as we search through tickets, submit replacement orders and change preferences in the system. What's even better is when I have some sort of question, I can freely ask my coworkers to get a proper answer. We've been trying to plan a sort of chocolate milk drinking game to spice up the tech support life, but we have yet to actually put it in motion.
One thing about me that people may not know is that I love to share and help. I especially love to share food and feed people. When people say they're hungry, I say, "what can I get you?" I tend to get motherly at times and I'm often prone to making sure people are comfortable and happy. Need someone to pour your soul to? My door is always open. These coworkers of mine let me be the sharing self I am. When I bring food, they always want some of it. It doesn't matter if it's carrots or candy, they want a little bit. Now I can share to my heart's content. I rub their shoulders if they're overwhelmed and I make a food run after my shift for them. I love it. I just love it.
I also got a second job as a writer for a web design company. I write on simple topics, like, "How to Whiten Your Teeth with Baking Soda." I write everything from home and it's a nice, relaxed second job. I enjoy it quite a bit and I learn odd bits of useful information.
Now I'm living in a house my parents bought, acting as a house manager for renters in the house. My parents and I spent a couple weeks sprucing up the place by painting, wallpapering, gluing, repairing and basically having a good time. I do love it here. Of course, I'm still kind of establishing a life in Utah, but so far it's going well. I guess we'll see what happens.
I took a trip home to Washington a couple weeks ago and got to spend a week with my family. All my siblings were able to gather together and just have a bunch of fun like we always do. We fit in some radical Yahtzee, some serious tubing and a trip to my favorite beaches in the world: Northwestern beaches.
Whenever we play Yahtzee, we always seem to up the required Yahtzee reactions. While on our vacation in Hawaii in April, we were required to open the glass door of in the hotel room and scream Yahtzee to poor, unsuspecting people. This last family vacation we had together, we had to jump in my parents' pool when we got a Yahtzee. My mom actually had to jump in with all her clothes on (she was not prepared in that particular moment) and she totally hopped in like the hot mama she is.