Deep in the darkest hour, of a very heavy week . . .
They’re not the best photos, but given the tiny little camera and my shaky hands, they didn’t come out too badly.
As to the very heavy week — I quit my new job. I liked the people, and I liked the concept of the company for which I was working, but the training was fairly lackluster and I didn’t feel good about hopping on the phones and making a fool of myself. I don’t think my evening supervisors realized that our 5:00 a.m. trainings put us in a slightly failed class and that I’d not had much experience on the phone at all. They were ready to throw me to the wolves on Friday night, and when I balked, they simply said to do it. I was not prepared, so we parted ways. I’ve registered with a temp agency and they’ve indicated they’re very interested. I have an interview on Thursday morning.