Flying solo

Three weeks of training and today was my first shift completely on my own at the rec center. No supervisor hovering over my shoulder, no one to double-check with when someone asks where the racquetball courts are (second floor, past the vending machines). Just me, a stack of towels to fold, and whatever random questions walk through the door.

Flying solo

Jake stopped by during his workout to see how I was surviving. Pretty sure he was more nervous about it than I was, which is actually kind of sweet. The afternoon shift is busy but manageable - mostly people checking out equipment and asking for directions.

Getting the hang of the key card system finally.

Though I did spend twenty minutes trying to figure out why the key card system kept beeping at me before realizing I was holding it upside down.

The timing is actually working out better than I thought it would. Four hours here, then straight to the library for anatomy review. Having a paycheck definitely makes the endless studying feel more worth it, even if I’m only making $7.25 an hour. Plus there’s something satisfying about having actual responsibilities that aren’t related to memorizing the names of tiny bones.

Still getting used to people calling me “staff” though. Yesterday someone asked if I could unlock the pool storage room and I almost said “I don’t work here” before remembering that I actually do now.