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So. I survived the tours? All three of them, because yesterday there was a surprise extra tour that I didn't even have time to panic about before I was dumped in at the deep end. So. Actually, that probably was just as well. So now I've done three of the big tours, two today and one yesterday. And they were fine.
What wasn't fine was going for lunch and coming back to find computer and lift broken and my manager trying to organise a civic reception with no resources and the whole place panicking somewhat. Out of the blue. What even happened, I have no idea. It's mostly sorted now. I hope.
I don't even know which way is up. My co-worker came back from lunch weirdly hyped and with the chaos that happened essentially spent the latter half of the day cursing explosively at every tiny thing, which did not make things any easier. The tours turned out to probably be the least stressful element of the day, despite my spending essentially a week panicking about them.
Shows me what to worry about, doesn't it? Just do the thing and hope it turns out alright at the other end, because chances are you won't even have time to finish before there's something else to be panicking about -_-;
But. Yay. I did the scary thing, three times in a row, and it was fine. I landed in the deep end before I knew what was happening, and I still did fine. I chivvied about sixty kids of varying ages around and aside from a small moment where one of them wanted to hang off the roof, we did okay and nobody died and everybody hopefully learned something.
I'm going to bed now. Or, well, no, but I'm going to watch stupid 90s paranormal shows for a couple of hours and then I'm going to bed. It's more or less the same thing, no?
What wasn't fine was going for lunch and coming back to find computer and lift broken and my manager trying to organise a civic reception with no resources and the whole place panicking somewhat. Out of the blue. What even happened, I have no idea. It's mostly sorted now. I hope.
I don't even know which way is up. My co-worker came back from lunch weirdly hyped and with the chaos that happened essentially spent the latter half of the day cursing explosively at every tiny thing, which did not make things any easier. The tours turned out to probably be the least stressful element of the day, despite my spending essentially a week panicking about them.
Shows me what to worry about, doesn't it? Just do the thing and hope it turns out alright at the other end, because chances are you won't even have time to finish before there's something else to be panicking about -_-;
But. Yay. I did the scary thing, three times in a row, and it was fine. I landed in the deep end before I knew what was happening, and I still did fine. I chivvied about sixty kids of varying ages around and aside from a small moment where one of them wanted to hang off the roof, we did okay and nobody died and everybody hopefully learned something.
I'm going to bed now. Or, well, no, but I'm going to watch stupid 90s paranormal shows for a couple of hours and then I'm going to bed. It's more or less the same thing, no?
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