Today, I start training a new job sharer at my office. Amidst the COVID and other shenanigans. It’s going to be bonkers.

My first training task is to make sure she knows that she needs to cover her boobs, because there are boob starers in the vicinity, and they’re old and can’t/won’t stop. Not our bosses, by the way. That would be icky.

My second item is making sure she knows that if she piles up all of the dishes and leaves them for me on my days, I will notice, and I’ll do them, but it’ll make me sad. I’m not convincing with mad, so I have to try for the guilt angle.

Third on my list are all the crappy crap jobs other than dishes, like putting paper in the printers and staples in the staplers. It may not happen, but I have to try.

Finally, phones. Pushing buttons, answering before the second ring, if possible, and being polite. Write down those messages, and ask people to spell their names if you don’t know how.

And that is my plan for today.

Wow. Sounds really exciting. I almost want to train myself again, just so I can feel the thrill. Also, I am finally going to go back to my original schedule, so that may be part of the excitement. Woohoo. Masks up.