Iím thankful for this job that I sometimes hate, and Iím even thankful for the opportunity to do twice as much work for the same rewards as a year ago. But oh, my, what did I get myself into?
The problem, one of many, is that thereís no one who can tell me in clear, understandable terms what Iím supposed to be doing. The instructions Iíve been getting only muddy the waters even more. Sometimes I can understand just enough to ask another question, which generates another incomprehensible answer. This cycle is starting to get a smidge vicious.
So I spent the last day before the long weekend going round and round over matters Iíve never had to deal with before, like real estate taxes and laundry supplies, electrical rates and lease agreement percentages. This is almost the end of our first month at The Kennel, and Iím all dizzy and stuff.
Iím fine as long as someone tells me exactly what to do. When they assume I know more than I do is when I start to get lost, and the deeper I get the harder it is to hack my way out. I find myself looking forward to six months from now, when Iíll either have a handle on all this or Iíll be living in a home dribbling soup down my chin. I hate wishing away the present for an uncertain future, but I canít help it, just a little.