So yesterday wasn't really anything special. Since there was no class I slept in, then worked with Hubby to clean and pack (we're moving in about a week or so), and went to work. The real highlight was that apparently the ASM's (assistant store manager) boss told him to give me this job in back that involved shrink wrapping everything and organizing it....something that they apparently "would never get done" and therefore should just give to me, the new girl.
First off, I have to say I was in a mini Heaven. I have a version of OCD called OCPD. When I have the time I'll explain it later as it's one of the "four" I mentioned in my first post. You're welcome to read about it here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive–compulsive_personality_disorder). All you really need to know is that it involves organization to perfection and causes the person to become unglued if something isn't right. Hubby is very patient with me and always works with me on it, especially when I have little "freak outs" if something is changed/moved. I've gotten much better over the years, to where it's just my things I care about and I don't care so much about shared things or other people's things/business. But this doesn't mean I don't find pure bliss in organizing it anyways, if asked.
So when my boss said "shrink wrap these games and alphabetize them on the shelf here" I think I could have pee'd myself from the shear happiness inside. I ended up getting a great system going and had everything, the whole wall, done in a matter of 3hrs. My boss came in about half-way through and seemed shocked. "Whoa! You're really fast!" I actually thought I was going average speed, and I couldn't really figure out what was so hard about this job that they couldn't get it done. When I was just finishing up I overheard him on the phone with another employee. "Yeah man, she's fast. She got the whole wall done already. We might have to fire you and hire her on full-time!" He was just joking with this person, but still it felt really, really, really good to hear the assistant store manager brag about my productivity to another employee...and it's only been my second day on the job. :D
Other than that though, my day was boring. I went to bed with a minor sore throat and woke up with one a little more so. I think I've got what Hubby had a few days ago. I'm attempting everything in my power to keep from getting it. Every time he gets sick I get it even worse, and I can't afford sickness right now.
Tomorrow should be more interesting, as I meet with my Psych group to discuss our presentation. This was all decided last Wednesday, in class. Kind of up in in air right now as to whether or not I have slackers or actual workers. I hate it when you're in a group project and someone doesn't pull their weight. Then at the end you decide not to put their name on the project, cause the teacher said you didn't have to, but you have to still explain to that person why you aren't...or put their name on it and risk a lower grade; or even worse, getting a good grade and they benefit from your hard work. It's just a big f'ing mess.
But, I didn't post last week that my brain did redeem itself on the second day of Psych (last Wed) and really helped put me back on the track of my "#1 super awesome smart student" goal. All that studying that fried my brain really paid off, as I had the whole chapter read and perfect little notes for it as well. So when my professor reviewed the chapter in class I was able to contribute, ask questions, and jot down basic notes of things she mentioned that I missed. It was definitely nice, and I can't believe I never did this before. The real icing on the cake though came at the end. Apparently the student in front of me had been looking back and noticing my note taking and attentiveness to everything the professor was reviewing. When class finished she asked me if I could explain Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs to her (look it up by the way, it's awesome).
This experience has never happened to me, before. I felt more joy from it than when I was organizing the back room at my job.....which is difficult to put into words so I drew a picture, which still doesn't really give the feeling much justice, but it's better than nothing. :)
As you can see she actually took notes as I explained it to her! *giddy* This told me that my explanation was better than the professor's as she seemed to understand more as she wrote down the stuff I told her. She even asked to look at my personal notes, from what I wrote down while reading the chapter earlier. I think I'm going to come to class with a copy of my notes, from now on. Then I can be all like, "well I have a copy of my notes if you would like to have them (because I'm so awesome like that)" I would think that awesome part, obviously.
Afterward she thanked me and I of course was very modest and said it was no big deal, because my momma and daddy taught me that it was rude to brag about yourself in public like that. :) But I definitely walked away thinking "Oh yeah, I know exactly who she's sitting next to come next class time!" XD
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