This will be my third fourth go on trying to document my first days at the the new job. Each day it feels like there is a new story to be told. Here are the high points.
Moment I knew I made the right decision: when a fabulous gay nurse came and sat down right next to me during New Employee Orientation. And while I dislike women who see gay men as accessories, I do love being around gay men. With the rare exception of one of my business clients, the last eight years have been quite bereft of the company of gays at work. So, I was just tickled to have so quickly found a new gay buddy.
Moment I questioned my decision: I got my first, and hopefully, only death threat today. A troubled patient who has been quite upset with some actions of my department left me a voicemail (he doesn’t even know me) basically threatening to either kill himself or “get” us, meaning me and my staff. I was impressed at how seriously this threat was taken and how quickly security and senior management were on the case. He showed up later and got verbally abusive with another staff member. Police were summoned. I opted to hole up in my unmarked office with my badge turned inward in case he returned. Welcome to working in an actual medical center with real live patients.
But, overall it has been a good experience. I love my staff. They are smart, responsible and mature. My boss, though younger and hipper than me, is fiercely protective of her staff in almost a mamma bear kind of way. When she heard about the threat she was calling people at the top to make sure this got dealt with properly.
The hours and commute, however, are killing me. I’m not an 8:30 in the morning kind of girl. Never have been. Especially after years of wandering into the office whenever I damn well pleased, knowing I could just make it up on the back end. Granted this week has been exceptional what with all the orientation and training and meetings. Hopefully, things will settle down and I can start getting in at a much more reasonable 9:30.
And what is the deal with all the parking lots for the BART trains being completely full by 8:00 a.m.? I mean, seriously. I thought I was there at the crack o’ dawn at 8:15. But nooooooooooo. A six-story parking structure completely full. WTF?
I’ve cut myself some slack this week and have allowed myself the luxury of taking the easy, but expensive route. But, that cannot be sustained. It costs twice as much in bridge fares and parking as it would were I to take the train. But, still, I do love crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. It never gets old.