A Little About Work

Working for a huge, multinational corporation like Serco is a lot different than working for a small family company like King Innovation. At Serco everything's big time. I was just one of almost 900 people they hired for second shift just here at Wentzville. I don't know how many more people they hired at the three other centers that are working on the Affordable Care Act applications. They hired so many people we had to go through training in shifts. Our office is in Wentzville but training was all the way down in St. Louis. Driving all the way down there wouldn't be so bad but the hotel we trained in was next to the airport.

There's no such thing as free parking near the airport.

We had to pay $12 to $15 a day to park on top of all the gas it took to drive there. And snacks at the hotel were outrageous. I don't remember exact prices, but something like $3 for a bottle of soda. Even more for a run of the mill bag of chips. Not a huge bag, not some gourmet specialty chips, just a normal bag of chips like you could get for a buck at any gas station in town.

Training lasted 5 days but I think they could have boiled it down to just one day if they really wanted to. They barely covered anything work-related, most of it was generic corporate blather. Powerpoint presentations and team-building exercises. A little bit about phone etiquette and some computer tips, dress code basics. Hardly anything to do with what we were going to actually be doing every day.

Now that I'm out of training and working every day you would think I'd be posting all about work but you'd be wrong. We're working with sensitive personal information that I can't write about. Not even a little bit. Top secret. It's like I'm a spy. All very hush hush.

So while I might blog about someone at work or something funny somebody said in the breakroom, don't expect any juicy tidbits about work. I'm going to have to follow rules about work similar to the rules I have regarding blogging about people. Don't write anything I wouldn't say to somebody's face. I'm going to use the old fashioned 'don't write anything you wouldn't want to see on the front page of the newspaper' standard.

And probably back that up with Mom's favorite 'what would the neighbors think' standard.