Okay, my stomach is pissed at me. I'm suspecting the glucophage, since I forgot to take it for two days in a row and then started it up again (bad me). There are two solutions to this problem:
1. Slowly figure out how much food, exactly, my stomach will allow me to eat before it makes me want to DIE. Hopefully it will be enough to sustain life. Last night would indicate that a turkey burger and some cheese is entirely too much.
2. Never eat again. Ever.
2 is easier... but 1 will probably help me not cease to exist... decisions, decisions...
Work is... eh... I freaked out the first day, as did a lot of people. Turns out there were programs we need to use daily that weren't even mentioned in training (no, wait - they WERE mentioned, but our trainer said "don't worry about those, you won't use them"). We have no script, so we're just basically staring hard at blue text on a black screen and praying to various deities that we remember to ask all the necessary questions and remember what the hell all the little acronyms stand for and what we should enter there. Yesterday they yanked us off the phones to give us more training, which we very much needed. I've taken five calls so far (one got to me five minutes before I left yesterday - meaning I was there an extra 45 minutes after I should have gone home). I'm lucky, in that everyone who's called me has been very nice. One poor girl who was sitting behind me on the first day got a call from a cranky retired 67 year-old man who snapped at her because she had to verify answers to things he'd already been asked. He eventually hung up on her. You would think people would be nice to those who are making sure all the information on their loan application is correct, but noooooo. NO LOAN FOR YOU!
I freak out noticeably less when I get a call now, which is good.
I have learned that the summer dress code allows us to wear open-toed sandals. HOORAY! No longer will my toes be crushed by my dressy black shoes (which are fine for things like church, but not for 9 hours a day, including some walking up and down stairs). Mmmmm, sandals.