I got an attagirl at work!
I took a phone reservation at work for this guy in Finland for a conference being held at one of our hotels, and the poor guy had a two-year old screaming in the background for the better part of the phone call. He had a fairly thick accent, but was fluent in English, so the only trouble I had was understanding him spell out the names of his street and his card numbers.
He sent an e-mail to my supervisors, and they put me on the "Shining Star" wall.
I'm not even out of training until the end of the week, so I'm not letting it go to my head ego-trip wise. But...
I guess it's just... I'm actually doing well at this. I love my new job, for example.
I mean, I know I'm in the honeymoon period. I know that this might not last. I know that I shouldn't get used to this.
All the same, I don't think I've had a job feel this right other than Wolf's. That, in itself, is something to be happy about.