Morning after the first day

The drive is worse than I thought; the Geo Tracker is not good at high speeds. Every truck simply shoves me aside with its wind, even if it's just a large SUV. I am now a white-knuckle driver, dreading slippery conditions.

Sixty miles up, as many again back: my work day is now ten hours. I will recalculate my actually wages for the 57.5 hour week and look locally for something similar or better, on that basis alone.

The work itself is child's play, with only mastering Adobe InDesign on the to-do list. That will surely come in a week or two.

I was left to my own devices for two hours on my very first day. I fell back on what I already know and worked out resulting printing problems accordingly. Soon everyone else will be on a schedule closer to mine, so I must suck up the peace and quiet while I may.

The whole place is in transition, and everything will change again shortly. Gannett wants to sell the building on Vestal Parkway and move everything closer to the new plant in Johnson City. Except for the inevitable upheaval, the move should make little difference otherwise.

Minus the grueling commutes and its problems, the people are lovely, the work easy. Unfortunately, the ladies room is just as distant as it was in Elmira. For now.

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Little Pond