If ONE. MORE. PERSON. asks me when I'm going back to work I will punch them in the face. That question, and the decision surrounding it, is the single biggest stressor in my life right now. So no, I DON'T want to talk about it.
Thank you.
From the Detroit sales person here this week: "Whenever I have a bad day I
just need to call my granddaugther and I feel better. Yeah, I have other
grandkids but what can I say? She's my favorite because she acts like me."
From our art distributor that I haven't seen in over a month: "Woah! Are
you having twins? You're HUGE already!"
Our office assistant who insinuated I was a whore: "I don't like those 'For
Dummies' books because they're all words, and not enough pictures."
(10-19: Edited to add link to whore story--sjc)
So! Some other great things from The Job of Pure Gloriousness Part Deux:
--There's a frickin' JUICE BAR at the office. Now, I'm not a fan of fruit in general, but I do enjoy a glass of OJ every now and then. In keeping with my New Year's Resolution to be healthier, I have had TWO freakin' glasses of orange juice every. single. day. since. I. started. I know that only equals six days but still! You all can't deny that that's some pretty amazing stuff goin' on. No scurvy for me!
--I get to listen to the radio all day. In the office it's on the 'Lite' station which is cool. I'm down with some Rascall Flatts and The Frey--no worries. Then, when I'm not in the office, I'm in the car! Listening to whatever I damn well please! And I do please some old skool Prince and REO Speedwagon thankyouverymuch.
--I can wear clothes that don't make me look 85 years old! (Just to re-cap, I present to you this). I got three kick-ass new suits and when I tried them on for Bryan he looked at me and said, "You look like you've lost 15 pounds because all your pants FIT PROPERLY."(i.e. It doesn't look like I'm wearing riding breeches). I feel so much better just wearing outfits that suit ME and make me feel like a rock star. That, and the fact that I bought some sa-weeeeet new shoes.
--I work with Democrats. That hate Bush.
Case closed.
Day One of The Job Of Pure Gloriousness is over and I survived unscathed! Not that I thought I wouldn't, but saying that added an extra thrill I know you readers enjoy.
A few things about today that bode well for my future with The Company:
--I walked in to the office today to be greeted by flowers and a card. The card said "Congratulations and welcome aboard!" The flowers are now sitting on my new desk. Fun fact--we weren't allowed to have plants or flowers on our desks at the old place because they 'looked unprofessional'. Snort.
--While putting my stuff away in the morning, I asked if there was a fridge so I could store my lunch. My trainer/co-worker said, "Oh, it's your first day! I'm taking you out to lunch!" Um, HELL YEAH! And we went to Panera which was oh. so. delicious.
--My co-worker's computer has a huge honkin' picture of her smiley yellow lab. We talked about dogs. I was in heaven. Now I don't know what picture to put on my new laptop; of the million and one pictures of the cats, it's hard to choose! Oh, fun fact #2--we weren't allowed to have 'personal affects' on our computers because of the whole unprofessional aspect. Granted, the old place was frequented by about 50 or more people a day and my desk was out in the open. Now no clients will see this office as that is not where I will be doing my face-to-face business, so really, it doesn't matter what I have on my desk or laptop. But STILL. It's NICE.
--I was supposed to work until 5 o'clock today. I got to leave around 4:30 because "It's your first day and I'm sure your head is spinning with all the new information. Go home and take some time to digest it and relax." Um, OKAY!
I know this is called the honeymoon period but damn am I loving it! May it never end!
**Don't forget! Wednesday is my blog's first birthday, so be sure to come back for my contest party for a chance to win a goody bag full of Sam Love!**
For those of you not keeping track, TODAY IS MY LAST DAY AT THE OLD JOB!
And this is just how excited I am:
Sorry folks for lack of details. I was so emotionally and physically exhausted I couldn't bust out a huge post, but I knew you'd form a pack and hunt me down if I didn't tell you The News, so I just threw down song lyrics that pretty much explained how things are for me right now. So forgive me for keeping you hanging, but really, that was all I was able to muster up--some cut and paste for an entry.
The deets:
I gave my two weeks notice yesterday morning. My last day at work will be Wednesday April 4th (my Friday!) and my first day at The Job of Pure Gloriousness will be Monday April 9th. I get a 4-day weekend and it's a break right before my birthday (*cough*April 7th*cough*) and Easter, so the timing couldn't be better. My official title is Executive Account Representitive within the Chicagoland Territory, and that's just a fancy name for 'Sales'. I have been in a job interview whilrwind this past week, because the position came about very rapidly. Soooo, the perks of the new gig include, but are not limited to:
--NO WEEKENDS!
--Cell phone allowance
--All travel expenses paid (gas, tolls, parking, train, cab)
--All necessary business expenses paid (lunches, dinners with clients, etc.)
--Crap-ton more money
--New laptop
--An employer who has the same morals and ethics as myself, so I won't need to compromise who I am
--Room for growth within the company
--I won't get screamed at by residents while I'm getting my mail or doing my laundry about maintenance requests
--No emotional abuse!
Sigh. So I'm as happy as a clam right now. I have many people to thank for their ongoing support throughout this horrendous process, and that will be another post so I can give credit where credit is due. Everything has been rather overwhelming, so it's taking time for me to process all that has happened. I still can't believe it's really true. I. Have. A. New. F-ing. Job.
I'll let that linger for a bit because I want to savor it.
Monday, hard to wake up
Fill my coffee cup, I'm out the door
Yeah, the freeway's standing still today
It's gonna make me late, and thats for sure
I'm running out of gas and out of time
Never gonna make it there by nine
There's gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need a little less hard time
I need a little more bliss
I'm gonna take my chances
Taking a chance I might
Find what I'm looking for
There's gotta be something more
Five years and there's no doubt
That I'm burnt out, I've had enough
So now boss man, here's my two weeks
I'll make it short and sweet, so listen up
I could work my life away, but why?
I got things to do before die
Some believe in destiny, and some believe in fate
I believe that happiness is something we create
You best believe that I'm not gonna wait
'Cause there's gotta be something more
I get home 7:30 the house is dirty, but it can wait
Yeah, 'cause right now I need some downtime
To drink some red wine and celebrate
Armageddon could be knocking at my door
But I ain't gonna answer that's for sure.
There's gotta be something!
[Song by Sugarland]
My hermit post is not regarding the freezing cold.
It is because I hate people. (NOT the magazine. Duh.)
There is a heap o' stuff going down at work and it is making me doubt everything about myself. I'm depressed. I'm feeling desperate. I can't talk about any of it right now and don't know when, actually. All I want to do is lay in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, surrounded by purring cats and a doting husband.
I am not asking for compliments and praise because that is another thing. My close friends and family are offering me many words of encouragment and support and that's great, but it is adding to my doubt. Are they able to see the situation without bias? I doubt it. So, are they telling me the truth about myself and my abilities? I know they mean well but they love me too. What if I really am the person my office thinks I am? Am I not a team player? Am I really negative? Am I unable to push aside my passion and just shut up and go along with 'it'? Just clock in, do my job, stay under the radar, clock out again and go home? More importantly, if I am that person, do I want to continue to be that way? How much is too much and how much is not enough?
I'm sure this is vague and you're all "Uh, girl you crazy" and I apologize. My head is literally full of crap and *I* don't even understand what I'm trying to say.
So yeah. Blech.
Plus the Bears lost and it was a crappy game.
Can't *anything* go right??!?!?
Gary (the other leasing agent): Hey, you should take a look at this catalogue. It has a portable toothbrush sanitizer.
Me: Is it the Violight Personal Travel Sanitizer?
Gary: (blink blink) Uh. . .yeah.
Me: We already have the Bathroom Unit. We don't travel enough to buy the other one.
Gary (under his breath): Why am I surprised? I shouldn't be surprised. . . .
Me: What??!!? Well we don't!
The pot holder lady (PHL) can bite me.
Yesterday I ran her credit. Sucked. Like, sucked more than any other credit report I've seen in the past two years kinda suck. Not only has she had over FORTY payments made 90+ days late, but she just recently declaired bankruptcy in October. Didn't tell me that. No hints, no inklings, no nudge-nudge-wink-winks. Nuthin'. I can't rent to anyone who has had a bankruptcy settled within the past two years, so I give her the benefit of the doubt. "Hmm. Maybe someone stole her identity. Yeah, that's it. And they wanted to screw her so bad they even went a head and filed Chapter 13. That's obviously what happened." I give her a call and ask if she has ever filed for bankruptcy. "Oh yeah a while ago. Why? Is that bad?" "Well, according to your credit report it's not from a while ago, it's from October." "Oh no I filed it about four years ago." I see some light. "Well, if that's the case, can you provide me with documentation that it really is from four years ago? Because you can then be accepted." "I don't know where any of that paperwork is. My daughter forced me to file and she handled the whole thing. I can't get any proof." Yeah right. My ass you can't. "Well, why don't you talk to your bank and they should be able to help you find the right avenue to get some documentation. Then call me or have your banker call me." "Okay. I'll do that."
The next day (today for those of you keeping score):
I get in the office and have a message from her banker saying it's all her daughter's fault and PHL has paid her rent on time for the past four years. Can't we accept a larger security deposit? (No. A little something called The Fair Housing Act). What if we have her on automatic withdrawl the first of the month? (Wouldn't matter if there's nothing in the bank then we can't withdraw anthing can we?) Call him back. Before I get a chance to do that PHL calls me and asks what is taking so long and is she approved yet (her ANTICIPATED move-in date would be Thursday). I explain to her that we still need that documentation. This is when she flips out on me. If you will, imagine getting screamed at on the phone by your grandmother, with a German accent: "I can't get proof! It's not my fault! I gotta get out of here! I can't stand it any more! I'm up to my ears in boxes and I have to find a new place to live! You just don't want to take money from a kind old woman (WTF?). You're losing a good tenant and I don't have time for this. I don't care anymore! Rent the apartment to someone else! click."
Wowsahs.
The cakes and hand-made goodies totally sucked me in. Playing up that whole innocent-old-lady thing. Grr. So yeah, I have two knitted sage green potholders if any of you want them.
