Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Drinking from the fire hose

For a few hours yesterday, I had pretty much everything I needed to know locked down. I was following along. I was on the same page. This new job? No problem.

And then we saw the online internal resourse that we'd be using for almost every claim processed in the course of the day — every day, forever. Oof. There is much to learn, both in the short and long term.

Eventually, I'll know about workers' compensation laws and legislation is most states. I'll know far too much medical terminology. I'll be really good at tying my ties. And maybe those shoes I wore yesterday will quit trying to murder my feet.

But it went well for a first day. I'm grateful for the opportunity, though I may well have the "whacked with a stick" feeling by the time the weekend rolls around. It's still better than the "beaten down by everything" feeling.

I did not get up and ride the trainer today. It would have been a 4:30 wake-up call. That seems a little ... severe. Instead, I'll do it tonight after the kids go to bed. It's a short workout — one hour of awfulness — so it won't be a big deal. I haven't found the bike racks at work yet, so that's today's project. I need to figure out how I'm going to make it work in the summer, when riding time will be a bit more plentiful.

No matter how I do it, I'm getting the feeling that the headlight and tail light that have been dormant for a while are going to be pressed back into service. Dawn patrol, report for duty.

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