today i have orientation at work. and by orientation i mean, disorientation.
when was the last time you had orientation and it oriented you? i don't know about you, but every time they try to orient me, i get lost.
i'm better off not knowing what year the agency was founded and who it was originally intended to serve and what group of nuns took it over and re-did the whole place after the year when everything flooded.
it really doesn't help me to know that the 3rd floor used to be the 4th floor but now the 2nd floor is the 1st.
all those forms and papers you're handing out? don't want 'em.
that tour you're taking me on? i've worked here a week already. i know where stuff is.
but the worst part of orientation? the worst part of orientation is the dreaded employee handbook.
the dreaded employee handbook reads like an adult-sized scolding. it tells you not to do this and not to do that and all that crap about an equal opportunity employer. it tells you you can't sexually harass anybody (damn!) and how if you have a grievance you can file it with HR but if you do, you're toast.
orientation puts you to sleep, but in some cases, that's a good thing.
after all, it is monday.
