Posts Tagged ‘work’
This past week was my first week at my new job. I’d rather not go into details, but I will say that I love my new job. The people are great, the atmosphere is very laid back, and I’m loving what I’m doing. Even my commute isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. My entire commute is in the opposite direction of the rush, so that makes it very easy to do.
This upcoming week I begin my last semester at The George Washington University. I’m excited to be finished with this program. I’ve been in school for seven years now and I’m ready to be done for good. As of now, I have no desire to get a PhD in anything, so I’m pretty sure I’m done for a long time. Who knows, maybe in the future I’ll pursue some sort of forensic science PhD, but for now, I’m happy working and gaining experience.
This semester, I’m taking three courses. I’ll be taking Firearms and Toolmark Examination, Trace Evidence Analysis, and Moot Court. Out of all of these, I’m most excited to be taking the firearms course. I don’t know anything about guns and I’ve been eager to learn about how they can be forensically analyzed.
Friday was my last day at the Arlington County Police Department.
All day long I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I was really sad to leave. I had worked at ACPD for over a year and have really gotten to know my co-workers well and have grown to seeing them as almost a second family. On the other hand, I was really excited to be leaving. I start my first real full-time job on Monday.
For the past month, I’ve been preparing to leave by training my replacement, Derek, catching up on work that had piled up, and writing manuals for future Student Aides. On Friday, we had a farewell lunch in my unit. My boss bought everyone lunch from El Pollo Rico and a cake from Randolph’s in Arlington. It was a fun lunch and it made me even sadder to leave.
Looking back, this job fell into my lap through the thanks of both my adviser at GWU and God. The job at ACPD gave me experience great working in forensics — which is what I think helped me land my new job.
Looking ahead, I will be now commuting down to Quantico working as a physical scientist at the FBI Laboratory. I start work on Monday and I’m scared shitless. But I know that it will work out great and it will be another great stepping stone for my forensics career. I can’t wait :-D.
On the Metro rail ride to work each morning, I tend to sit in the seats that are closest to the doors. This is due to the fact that the trains always get very crowded when I ride in the mornings and I’m always paranoid that I’m not going to be able to get off at my stop because of the crowd of people that always forms at the doors.
Since I get to work around 7:30 each morning, I have to get up pretty effin’ early to make sure I get to work on time. Especially since I have to take a shuttle bus to the metro station and then get on a train to my job. So I relish in my morning train rides because I get to plug in my iPod, tune out the world and take a nice doze for most of my commute.
But yesterday that was ruined. You know why? Because I’m young. Yes, that’s right, I’m only 24 years old and I look like it!
I woke up for a minute to look at which station we were at so that I didn’t miss my stop. Then this older lady (probably in her early 60s) tapped me on the shoulder and said something to me. But since I had my earbuds in, I didn’t hear what she said (sidebar: I seriously hate it when people try to talk to me when I have my earbuds in–I mean, isn’t it obvious that I don’t want to talk?).
“Elderly seating,” she repeated. I looked a little confused at what she was talking about and then she pointed to the sign behind my head. The sign stated that the seat I was in was priority seating for the elderly and people with disabilities. I realized what she meant now and gave her my seat.
It didn’t dawn on me that there were 3 other people sitting in these seats near her and yet she choose to pick me. I looked at the other people in these seats, one woman probably in her 40s, and two men who looked like they were in their 40s as well.
This infuriated me. How did she know that I didn’t have a disability? Just because I’m young and I don’t have to use a cane when I walk or ride around in a wheelchair doesn’t mean I might be disability-free. I remember learning this as a kid because my grandfather had a handicapped parking tag, yet he didn’t walk with a cane or anything. I used to drive the handicapped around town in Blacksburg, and not everyone had a visible disability.
It just seems to me that this woman saw that I was young compared to the people sitting near me and that I wasn’t visibly disabled, thus I must give up my seat. It just felt like reverse age discrimination. And its not that I actually have a disability or anything, it just seems to me that she picked me out of the four around her because I was young.
Oh well, I guess it wasn’t really a big deal after all. I mean she didn’t ask me this until I was only one stop away from my destination. But it was certainly irritating.
Tomorrow I will be heading back to work after ye ole surgery. I’m excited that I’m going back to work, yet at the same time, I’m frightened because I don’t want to be in pain while I’m at work (I guess that’s what the Percocet is for, duh). Sometimes I worry that I push myself too hard when it comes to things like this. Its difficult for me to miss work since I don’t get benefits. So if I want to get paid, I’ve got to work. Its as simple as that. But I think I’ll be able to handle going back tomorrow.
My job isn’t very high-impact or anything like that. I just kind of sit in a cube all day and log crime-scene photos and file all day. I’m kind of an office gopher. But I love the work and the people I work with are the best. The only problem is the sitting part. The chair I have sucks to the extreme. So that is why tomorrow, I will be using my Target bag to carry my lovely ass-pillow with me to work. This is just a simple couch throw pillow, but it works like a charm for helping with the butt pain. And since I carry it around with a Target bag, I can use it on the Metro and on my shuttle bus that I ride from the Metro station to my apartment.
My ass-pillow definitely works much better than those donut pillows they always recommend. I bought one of the inflatable kind to try out and they are awful. They help for a short amount of time, yet they kill my legs if I sit on it for a long time–like at my job. So yeah, they may help your butt from hurting a bit, but they make your legs so damn sore its not even worth it.
Just say “no” to donut pillows!