These last few months I’ve had the pleasure of staying back at the office to train new folks and process backlogs. I like the training part. I like the working backlogs part less. I’m presented with working conditions that I’ve not experienced in my short working life: hours upon hours of similar tasks on the PC. In the process I’ve learned a new word: Repetitive motion injury. (Yes, I can count.) This weekend I plunked down fifty of my hard earned dollars for some potential relief. No, I didn’t pay someone to update my resume. I went to the local computer superstore and purchased a snazzy gel keyboard wrist rester and a trackball to replace my mouse. I won’t bore you with the details, but I hope this will correct some of the ergonomic shortcomings of my work space. So far so good, but we’ll see how the rest of the week goes. I spent most of this week training, so we’ll see how it goes when the real test starts tomorrow.

This week was a new week, and not too bad of a week. Cheryl is back at work, Beth is having fun at school, and I’m getting back into the flow of things. I think the best thing I can say about last week was that it was normal. I mean that in the best possible way.