Week Two

I am finishing up my second week at 2-1-1, the first full week of being at work every day, showing up early and getting the feeling of rhythms of this office, building and neighborhood in general. I have been taking supervised call all week—that is I am taking call with the lead operator listening in on the call. I seem to be doing OK but I am not taking calls on my own. Am feeling fairly comfortable and I feel I could be OK on the phones alone but I do like the support of the senior staff listening in. I sense I am coming soon to un supervised call status—the person who sits on the other side of the cube panel is back next week who knows everything I&R and she will most likely act as on-line super and way it will feel like the training wheels are off.

I feel so out of place in this building—this building is just loaded with pretty people. The other day as I was exploring the different floors on my new building—it seemed each floor had a giant set of ceiling to floor glass doors opening to fabulously decorated offices, decorated fabulous looking people. I wonder where they keep these people cause I never see them on the street—just behind huge glass doors or at clubs at night.

As I have alluded to the Federal Bureau of Investigation maintains three floors of the building in which I'm now housed. I mean That's pretty cool. One of the things I've been doing the past couple of days of this week is squeeze out a few extra minutes at lunch wherein I've been exploring the building. As mentioned the fabulous offices of the legal coots warehoused here but it took me a day or two to push one of the buttons that would take me to the bureau' S floor. When I did I was surprised… I'm not surprised when the elevator doors slid open to reveal just to doors with a computer printed document essentially saying the reader of this document had better have business to be here if you're here right now. The same document was a document posted on each of the doors. In fact the doors and what I could see the four looked like a scene The Matrix. I decided I had better leave the area and as I was waiting for my elevator one of the unmarked doors open to the young man came out, the young kid may be just in college or something white shirt and tie sleeves rolled up with a file in hand. The lad acknowledged me but said nothing, he was wearing an ID tag but was turned in I could not read it. I wanted to ask him 1 million questions but I just wrote down in silence got off on my floor went back to work. I never see these people come in early and I wonder if they have like underground passage are entrance point – – I'm surprised the elevator even stopped at that floor.

Oh, I am in the part of downtown that has midblock crossings; this continues on each side street that hold orange flags that pedestrians hold across the street which I imagine means

traffic stop. Anyway, I was waiting such a midblock crossings on my way home one night this week and there was another pedestrian on the other side waiting to cross. I did not have an orange flag and neither did she but I noticed she was charging across the street so I decide to charge for my site the cars came to a halt when nearest me in both lanes on her site which I thought was okay as I continued to cross midway through the first lane on my side I noticed movement on the other side of the of the waiting vehicle it was a lane of traffic which looked empty but the corner of my eye I could see the vehicle coming to the front of that Lane. I stop my chair immediately as the individual realized I would soon begin his direct path and he slammed on the brakes had not stopped, even though he slammed on his brakes, I would've been bounced and who knows how much damage I would've incurred on my chair not myself. The lady approaches me and also stopped her eyes were huge with horror as she imagined for me it just happened. I passed her and continued my drive to the train station. There was only after I contemplated what may have happened to me had I not seen the vehicle approaching out of the corner my eye. I sighed lean my head back and let the train rock me home.

I think the second week went okay.