Pet Peve #10101101010101010111110111101010101!000
When someone insists on calling one of my characters by a name that doesn't belong to them. Argh. Is it really that easy to elide those two letters into that one other letter? I should get my eyes checked again.
Work plots & plans:
Tomorrow I job-shadow the person whose position I will be learning (and perhaps mirroring on the shifts she's not there). Monday, I meet with the Lady in the Back Room (she pulled me aside Friday, see, and told me this) and the other young woman in contention for the position, and see who gets to be the primary person being trained for the Check-In position, and who gets to be the backup. The backup will go back to doing something else while the primary Check-In n00b is being trained, because it's confusing training two eager n00bs at once.
If the other party fits the Check-In position better than I do, I get supervisor training. I'm not sure what happens if I fit it best; I may wind up having that held off for a while, but I do know they have their eye on me for supervisor training.
I called Mama with the good news.
As always, if I'm the wrong shape peg to fit either of the holes, I already am good on the phones (today I got a break card for 8 surveys on one demographically hard-to-fill job in 7.75 hours) (goal for the day was 17+ surveys, we got 17 or 18, there were 4 people on the job) and I am a good, if verbose, monitor.
There are people who have been at this workplace for years who have remained phone goons with few to no frills. (Motley is a phone goon with frills. And Christmas carols with pigs in. Motley is also a rule unto herself.) I haven't even been here a year yet. Whatever It is, I seem to have picked it up from Sis, who's generally offered a supervisory position within six months of her starting a new job. (I've rubbed some of my general calm off on her, which was very necessary.) This is fun! Fun but scary.
I get to tell Darkside tomorrow.