Work has been amazing. The first day, Tuesday, was a test in and of itself-- find Building T-6 at the VA Medical Center for paperwork, and then find the fingerprinting area in the basement of the Medical Center proper.
The "T" in "building T-6" stands for "trailer." Basically, there are a number of trailers scattered around the property, seemingly at random-- there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to their placement. There is also no guidance as to parking, which is impossibly bad. The experience was akin, I would think, to that of a rat navigating a large maze. The cheese, it would seem, is a plastic badge with a bad photograph, and fingerprints on record forever.
I prefer stilton, but hey. :)
I had to consult my compass* twice. At least they gave me a map to get to the fingerprinting place. All in all, I managed to navigate the entire maze quite handily, if I do say so myself.
When that was done, I had to go downtown, to a large locked set of double doors. From there I navigated a cubicle maze, down another hall, across the street to another building, which seems to be where I'll be working. Oddly, nearly half of the organization at these two satellite locations are temps.
Glorified data entry, my arse. The information I'm expected to understand and access is deep and complex**. I have three or four sets of usernames and passwords, and must be able to understand and use not only medical terminology, but bureaucratic doublespeak as well. I also have to remember a variety of door codes anytime I want to take a pee.
I've been trained for three days already, and more training in store. I'm in the Special
Eventually, I'm told, I'll be working, processing authorizations for veterans who are in need of special treatments. I'm not entirely certain how this will happen, as I haven't actually got any sort of desk.
Tuesday night, Paul and I had steaks at Stonewood and saw my favourite Shakespeare company do Hamlet. I'm so thrilled they actually came to town.
Last night, we had a couple pints of Guinness and played some darts. I actually beat him for a change in a very competitive and high-scoring game of cricket. We might check out the darts tournament tonight at a local pub just for shiggles.
Anywho, that's my update for today. I'll have to catch up with comments on this and my previous entry later-- I'm wiped, and the cats are hungry.
I hope you are well and happy, and are coming to realize just how much power you wield as a positive force of change in this world.
* Yes, I carry a compass, as well as chopsticks, a set of darts, and countless other Useful Items and Nifty Gadgets in my Bag of Holding.
** Unlike yours truly, who is shallow and simple.
*** "I'm sorry Mr. Smith, but our records show that you still have one good kidney, so I'll have to deny your dialysis this week. Please submit form XR-511-T if you'd like to challenge this decision."
**** Honestly, though, I'm qute impressed with the professionalism, kindness, and genuine concern my coworkers have for these patients. It's really not a bad place to work.