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Let's Suck at Everything but Bread
Apr. 29th, 2021 10:07 pmOn Friday I did get to work from home, they called someone else in.
But unfortunately, I found out that for the next two weeks I will not get to work from home because someone in the training department is out. Ages and ages ago (ok a few months), I volunteered to be a "hybrid" supervisor/trainer, and was taught how to lead the training classes. So I'll be coming onsite to do that for a few days.
You know, now that it's been months and I've absolutely forgotten how to do it.
Whatever, I'm basically a substitute teacher. There will be other people around to ask for help, and I'll do my best. And if my best isn't good enough, frankly I'm almost, ALMOST to the point of throwing this supervisor nonsense out the window and just becoming a straight-up captionist again. The only thing stopping me is the extra $4 per hour, which I'd have to make up somewhere else.
Sometimes I miss the simplicity, and lack of responsibility, that came with being a captionist.
It was nice to work from home as a supervisor too, even if only two days a week. I could snack while working, stretch outside, spend some time in the sun on my breaks. I could start small chores during breaks (I'm talking starting a load of laundry which takes 2 minutes tops, nothing drastic but it does save time). I'm sad to have to be onsite for the next two weeks, but considering we've only had work from home back for a few weeks it's just as well.
During my first break I released the three butterflies--Zipper, Towelie, and Underleaf as I guess I'll call her--without ceremony. I asked Jameson if he wanted to release one but he declined, having work to do and having experienced it already. The first two took off right away, flapping awkwardly into some nearby trees where they could be safe. The last one was a little slow, she'd been sitting on the fruit plate so perhaps she was full of yummy snacks. She sat on my hand for a moment, flexing her wings, so I took a picture. She's very beautiful after all.
After just a few minutes she was ready, and flew away.
Only one chrysalis left. Then my role in this saga is complete.
I went back to work, and when it was lunchtime I ate with Jameson then went back outside to check on the plants like I always do once per day. I didn't see any of the butterflies when I came out, but when I got close to the property fence one appeared from somewhere and got really close, hovering just a few feet in front of me. I stuck out my hand and it made as if to land, but changed it's mind and flew off.
Now I'm not very sentimental, and I really hate being anthropomorphic as it's not fair to the animal. But this is twice now that one of the butterflies I've released has popped out of the woods and come close specificially when I came outside. Ruling out any magical Disney princess BS, I wonder if perhaps they have a scent memory, or some instinct generated while in captivity that says "safe" when processing me. Can butterflies remember things? Do they have scent memory?
Anyway, it was nice to see them still hanging around, although I hope they will travel far in their short lives.
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But unfortunately, I found out that for the next two weeks I will not get to work from home because someone in the training department is out. Ages and ages ago (ok a few months), I volunteered to be a "hybrid" supervisor/trainer, and was taught how to lead the training classes. So I'll be coming onsite to do that for a few days.
You know, now that it's been months and I've absolutely forgotten how to do it.
Whatever, I'm basically a substitute teacher. There will be other people around to ask for help, and I'll do my best. And if my best isn't good enough, frankly I'm almost, ALMOST to the point of throwing this supervisor nonsense out the window and just becoming a straight-up captionist again. The only thing stopping me is the extra $4 per hour, which I'd have to make up somewhere else.
Sometimes I miss the simplicity, and lack of responsibility, that came with being a captionist.
It was nice to work from home as a supervisor too, even if only two days a week. I could snack while working, stretch outside, spend some time in the sun on my breaks. I could start small chores during breaks (I'm talking starting a load of laundry which takes 2 minutes tops, nothing drastic but it does save time). I'm sad to have to be onsite for the next two weeks, but considering we've only had work from home back for a few weeks it's just as well.
During my first break I released the three butterflies--Zipper, Towelie, and Underleaf as I guess I'll call her--without ceremony. I asked Jameson if he wanted to release one but he declined, having work to do and having experienced it already. The first two took off right away, flapping awkwardly into some nearby trees where they could be safe. The last one was a little slow, she'd been sitting on the fruit plate so perhaps she was full of yummy snacks. She sat on my hand for a moment, flexing her wings, so I took a picture. She's very beautiful after all.
After just a few minutes she was ready, and flew away.
Only one chrysalis left. Then my role in this saga is complete.
I went back to work, and when it was lunchtime I ate with Jameson then went back outside to check on the plants like I always do once per day. I didn't see any of the butterflies when I came out, but when I got close to the property fence one appeared from somewhere and got really close, hovering just a few feet in front of me. I stuck out my hand and it made as if to land, but changed it's mind and flew off.
Now I'm not very sentimental, and I really hate being anthropomorphic as it's not fair to the animal. But this is twice now that one of the butterflies I've released has popped out of the woods and come close specificially when I came outside. Ruling out any magical Disney princess BS, I wonder if perhaps they have a scent memory, or some instinct generated while in captivity that says "safe" when processing me. Can butterflies remember things? Do they have scent memory?
Anyway, it was nice to see them still hanging around, although I hope they will travel far in their short lives.
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