My first time

I started my first official PT job this past Monday. Of course I won't exactly be getting my hands, literally, dirty until tomorrow but I thought I should post as to what's going on. Back in June, I filled out an application and met with a manager. A week later I was told that I was hired and was told to report on Monday July 5th. When I went in on Monday, I met the only other new co-worker that was hired at around the same time as I. That first day, we filled out paperwork and made our minor introductions and watched a couple of videos. Yesterday was spent on the computers; we were required to go through several programs to further "educate" us on what we were doing and what we were dealing with. Today was my day off (the other had to go in today but will be off tomorrow before going in for training on Friday night) but tomorrow morning, I get to start training (which will continue, I'm assuming, through the weekend). Yesterday and Monday, I'm not going to lie, I just wanted to rush through everything just so I can start training. I tend to get antsy when people tell me about what I'm going to do as oppose to showing me or letting me do it. A fine example happened last year. Last year I had a temp. job at a county fair (my job was make sure the bathrooms were in tip-top shape and to clear the garbage in the mornings. The first day I was there, I didn't do a damn thing because I was being told what I was going to be doing. Thankfully the fair wasn't officially open but I was just ready to go out there and actually DO something. I know that all of the "pre" stuff is mandatory so they can at least say that they told you so, but I tend to learn by experience and not by reading or being told. But now that I have an actual job, I can drive past the agency that ships their workers to factories and hope for the best (I went to them a few times and was not given anything because I did not have any factory experience and any general assembly positions were always given away as soon as they came in without giving anyone else on their waiting list a fair shot) and give them the one fingered salute while I honk my horn. Fuck the one snobby bitch who sits behind her desk and smiles at the hillbillies who go in there with a hope and a child support payment to make when really, you can tell she does not want to be there. Fuck the one who crushes those hopes with his lisp and promises nothing but false hope. I will do my best to avoid that office and hope that I'm at my current position while I work on my storytelling abilities. Once my writing is accepted, then I can go off and do what it is that I really want to do. I'd rather have a career than a job....