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Crawford

No, it's not the perfect job - I have to get up early because it's a long drive, if possible they have even less of a social outlet than CLS, and it's never easy learning new systems especially one's as complex as CMS. But all that aside, I'm still happy to be working for Crawford Adjusters. They seem really invested in me - like they think I'm amazing or something. Not only that but my supervisor is an absolute doll - she's so sweet and caring.

Sure my office could use a little sprucing up and personalizing but it's big and it's mine! The IT team set up my computer today and they actually knew what they were doing - even though they're located in Toronto! No more helpess desk for me! Everyone at the office seems very much aware of the fact that I'm being taken under the managers wing to be trained as an adjuster and so it feels like I'm heading somewhere.

I was afraid it might be a bit lonely since everyone always seems so busy (and I miss my afternoon walk buddy) but I have made myself a lunch buddy named Sanaa and I've found that people like to stop by each others offices throughout the day to say hi (especially if you happen to have candy on your desk). Oh and it's sooo nice to work around guys again! CLS was a very female dominated environment whereas Crawford has a nice healthy mix.

I'm just taking things one day at a time but so far I'm happy and it's nice to be happy again.

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