for fax sake
Written on February 6, 2007
her: “do you ever just think…I’m fooling everyone?”
him: “you have no idea.”
-Quote from Elizabethtown
Ever just feel like a complete and total fraud? I have never felt like less of a professional person than I have today. It has been quite an effort for me to actually “get” what the heck I am doing at this job. I still don’t understand all of it. I just cant get my brain wrapped around all of it. Today I spent almost three hours taking step by step notes on the “how to” of an aspect of my job. I now have a whole notebook of notes and it has only been a month since I started! Yet every day someone comes up to me to tell me what a great job I am doing. What? Don’t they know I’m a big faker? I have no idea what I am doing.
Today was the last day of the only girl that I stopped referring to as a robot. She decided it was all too much for her to handle, she’s only been here for eight months. I now do pretty much everything she used to. Today when she made the rounds to say goodbye, I stood up to give her a hug, she said “byeeee” and I said “boy am I going to miss you.” Then I heard her say as she was hugging me back “um yeah I’m pretty sure that was sarcastic” and walked away!
Huh? But wait! I really meant it! Sigh. Oh well.
Today I had another true Jenni moment. All day and part of yesterday I had been struggling with the fax machine. “Its not that hard” I kept telling myself. “You dial the number, you put the paper in, and you press the button.” Right?? The stupid fax machine just kept telling me I was a dumb-ass and not doing something right. I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Then at some point between last night and tonight- one of the reports from my failed attempts became jammed in the fax machine. The IT guys were there for about two hours when they informed us the fax machine was pretty much shot. The papers had become so jammed and hot they were partially burned- but of course one of them was still legible- and of course it had my name all over it. RIP fax machine, and RIP Jenni’s dignity…
Come to find out- you have to dial a friggin 9 to fax outside of the building.
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i have those days at work also. don’t worry, give yourself time, you’ve only been there a month. me, i try to avoid as many people at work as i can, it’s the only way to truely survive.
I have been reading your posts for awhile now and my question is if you had one wish for the perfect job for this time in your life what would it be??
Hang in there! You will get it and pretty soon, you will be able to it with your eyes closed! And don’t feel bad, I have had those moments with the fax machine- and don’t even get me started with the copy machine!!
Loves!
The perfect job at this time in my life you ask?
A stay at home mom.
Imagine this- one fax machine at the office you have to dial an 8 to get out…another one you just dial normally. WTF? and what gives with that theory? I get it all screwed up all the time- so other than that is the job ok?
Hey Jen – I also watch the Superbowl only for the commercials. They weren’t as good this year as they have been. My favorites were the Budweiser frogs.
How’s the little one and your sister?
Deb