The past week I’ve been training at a new job. I’m a full time teller at a bank–and I am still really nervous about making sure I know what I’m doing. But I love the environment. The employees have made me feel right at home (and appreciated), and the customers have been patient and kind.
The problem with me is a lack of confidence that has ridden on my shoulders for as long as I can remember. I don’t believe in myself; I never have. It’s something I’m attempting to fix. I want to succeed–and I want to know that I can succeed.
Something that comes with the new job is a new schedule. I work Monday through Friday (weekends off feel like heaven) about 8:30 to just after 5. I’m still getting used to coming home later, which means my time management is suffering more than it had been previously. I can’t believe January is almost over. And I haven’t really started working on any goals for the year yet.
On the plus side, I do have an hour lunch and I’ve been using it to read. I finished Alan Alda’s autobiography Never Have Your Dog Stuffed: And Other Things I’ve Learned. It was hilarious and captivating. I haven’t had a lot of experiences with autobiographies, so this was a great encounter with a genre I’m not familiar with. I have a goal of 100 books by the end of the year, which I tried for and failed at last year, and the only way I’m going to succeed is if I quit spending time doing nothing and fill it with something–in this case, reading that massive pile of books in my room.
The best news, however, is that my niece was born on the 18th (the same day I started my new job). She’s beautiful and perfect, and I love her so much.
Life is good right now. I’m a happy girl.