Archive for June, 2010
While on my evening bicycle ride (Jonah couldn’t come because her saddle was broken like I told her it would be a few weeks ago), I was pleased to see a stopped train on the track next to the trail. Much of the trail either parallels the train, or runs on an older rail bed, so it’s common to see trains. There’s just one section of double track in the immediate area, so there’s often a train stopped there, waiting for the track to be free. Something like 90% of the trains I see on this line are full of nothing but coal, so the fact that there wasn’t a single coal car on this one immediately caught my attention. It appeared to be hodge-podge collection of stuff headed to the pacific northwest. Factory-bound steel, some propane, a lot of empty cars, several containers, and unidentifiable stuff stacked on flatbeds. When I got to the front of the train, which appeared likely to head northbound once it started moving, I was awfully surprised to a three brand-new 737 fuselages! That’s not something I’ve ever noticed on a train, before. They were green-wrapped, of course, and appeared to have sequential serial numbers. The fuselages are assembled in Wichita before they head to Renton, Washington for the final assembly. It’s fun to see American industry at work.
They appear to be on special cars (they don’t actually fit all on one, they hang over the next one!), and I bet the funky-shaped containers have other plane bits inside.
Well, it’s my first day at my new job. I’m on my lunch break (from 12 to 1). I can stay in the office or go out, but the door gets locked, so I can’t come back in until 1. I brought a V8 for lunch, but the receptionist also brought in Einstein Bro’s bagels and cream cheese, so I’m still full from one of those.
So far my job consists of taking closed files and putting them into boxes, then labeling the boxes with a number and the names of the files. Then I add the names to a master computer list and type which box they’re in. That way people can actually find them.
Once I’m done with that, I’ll start sending letters to each client in the closed files telling them that, if they want their file, they had better come down here and get it; otherwise we’re shredding it. Then I’ll have to get the couple of important documents out of each file to save and put the rest in a container for shredding.
There’s a big room in the back of the office that just has files in rows all over the floor. Everyone seems very relieved that I’m here to do this. And it’s easy.
There are five attorneys (some of them work partly here, partly in the office in Pueblo), four legal assistants, and one receptionist. There is one part-time bookkeeper, who seemed very impressed that I brought in an already completed W4.
So far I’ve met three of the attorneys. One of the legal assistants has the day off. The main attorney seems to have a sense of humor. He is “bookaholic” as the receptionist says, and there are books stacked everywhere all over the office. There are also really cool pieces of artwork (some of them look like they’re very old) stacked against any empty walls.
At the moment, I have a laptop, which is very useful for carrying to the files and just typing in the people’s names off them. The IT guys are contractors who come in when we need something. They set me up with a login on the laptop, but I don’t have e-mail yet. They also neglected to put in the wireless network’s information into the laptop (although, it’s possible that there isn’t one). So when I’m reading to print out labels, I take the laptop to a little cubby way in the back by my room full of files and plug it into a network cable. Then I go to the lady’s desk who isn’t here today and print my labels.
I’m glad I got a pair of pants, because I’m mainly just wrestling with boxes and huge files on the floor today.
The boss called me into her office today (she’s been out all week). This was our first conversation since me giving my two-week notice. I had been avoiding her all morning.
“Joanna,” she said, “how would you feel about coming in on weekends and doing some work if we need it?”
“Sure!” I answered.
“Good, so you’ll keep your key to the office, and I’ll keep you on payroll. We’ll call you if we need you, and you can come in on a Saturday or a Sunday.”
“And if for some reason I can’t come in on the weekend, I’ll come in in the evenings,” I said.
“Great!” she said. She called the rest of the foreclosure staff in and informed them. Everyone was enthusiastic.
So hopefully, this will work out. It’s ideal for the office, since I’m already trained, and I’m the only one in the office who knows how to do a non-judicial foreclosure and (most of) judicial foreclosures. And we can definitely use the cash with Berck unemployed!
In other news, my father-in-law is here and is making a dish of Vidalias, scallions, leeks, shallots, and red onions. He has also constructed piles of sliced Vidalias and ripe homegrown tomatoes that he brought here from Memphis. Berck is going to throw some lamb chops on the grill soon.