Expense Control Clerk

I started my new job two weeks ago. When I got there, my desk was bare -- not because I was only a new employee, but because the week before, while my supervisor was on vacation, other people from the accounting office raided my desk. Thank god they left the computer and roll of tape (sans tape dispenser). My supervisor scrounged around for some pens, and then pulled a brand new 10-key (Yes, I actually have to use it.) and electronic staple out of storage, I guess because she felt sorry for me. I got my magnetic key card last week and should be getting my photo ID badge sometime this week.

As far as the work goes, it's not hard. I receive checks from various places, put them in a box, send forms to other various places, and wait for the forms to come back and tell me what to do with the checks in the box. It's a mystical process, the details of which I'm still trying to figure out. Aside from that, part of my job is to show confusing forms or checks to my boss, have her say, "Oh, I'll show you how to do that later," and wait at my desk for her to never come over. I also check my email, which I'm not sure if that is kosher yet, but I do it anyway.

I take brakes with Donna, the woman with the desk next to mine. She's pretty nice. She helps me with questions, and we dance in our chairs together when we hear a loud cell phone ringtone from out in the field of cubicles. We takes me to lunch with her and her friend from Accounting, because I don't have any friends of my own yet, unless you count her.

So, I do some sort of work, and the company gives me a paycheck. This process is not foreign to me, but is somehow different than my previous jobs. Before I would always produce a tangible product or perform a visible service for a customer as the main focus of my job. Here I am a middleman between several different departments, passing along information that could be gained through direct contact between those departments.

I'm not sure what I do or why I keep doing it, but for the time being, doing this will do me just fine.

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