New job
So, I have a new job since November and so far I'm not regretting anything. *knocks on wood*
It started with a phone call from the Date's cousin on the 6th of October, telling me their company is hiring, and if I'm interested they would totally have me. I'd get a better salary, a nice office to work in, and home-cooked lunch for free each workday. And public transport fees covered. And doggies at the workplace. How could I have said no?
Granted, I travel one and a half hour to get there, but damn. So many lovely, hard-working young people and they are perpetually optimistic and abide by the rule of keep smiling. It's brilliant. I think if I had to go back to the government office with the shitty conditions and the sour idiots there I would flip in a day. At the new place I mainly act as a PA to the managers, but the range of tasks is wide and so far I haven't been bored a single minute. And we have dogs. Such cute dogs. Three belongs to the owner of the firm and one to my boss (the cousin). We produce and sell dog harnesses, toys and training equipment, so the love of dogs is absolutely a necessity in the firm.
It worked for me so well the Date and I are planning to get one sooner or later. So far the vote is on a corgi, but we shall see.
The sad thing about this entire affair is that I had to leave my previous job in somewhat of a hurry so that the firm could hire me come November. I will not go into details, but let's just say that the last three weeks at the office were a complete bloody nightmare with all the possible and impossible administrative obstacles and bullshit and people not giving a shit about your feelings and your life in general. Let's just say by the end of it I was such a nervous wreck that I wanted nothing more than piss on the grave of my ex-boss take a week off and curl up in bed and not move for a couple of days.
Than panic settled in finally when I realized that I traded a job I disliked for another I had no idea about, so then there was that. But after two weeks, most of that anxiety is gone and I'm starting to settle in. Now just pray that after my three months are up they'll still want me. *crosses fingers* I sure as hell wish to stay. Even if I'm really looking forward to two weeks off at Christmas. It's been a big change, and just thinking back to those three weeks that came before (and drove me into sobbing breakdowns at home as well as work) makes my head hurt.
When the new year comes, we plan on starting it with wedding planning. I'm told six months are not so long a time to have everything sorted out, so I recon life is going to be busy, but this is the sort of busy I'm looking forward to. :)
Wish me luck?
This entry was originally posted at http://sphinxofthenile.dreamwidth.org/158291.html.
It started with a phone call from the Date's cousin on the 6th of October, telling me their company is hiring, and if I'm interested they would totally have me. I'd get a better salary, a nice office to work in, and home-cooked lunch for free each workday. And public transport fees covered. And doggies at the workplace. How could I have said no?
Granted, I travel one and a half hour to get there, but damn. So many lovely, hard-working young people and they are perpetually optimistic and abide by the rule of keep smiling. It's brilliant. I think if I had to go back to the government office with the shitty conditions and the sour idiots there I would flip in a day. At the new place I mainly act as a PA to the managers, but the range of tasks is wide and so far I haven't been bored a single minute. And we have dogs. Such cute dogs. Three belongs to the owner of the firm and one to my boss (the cousin). We produce and sell dog harnesses, toys and training equipment, so the love of dogs is absolutely a necessity in the firm.
It worked for me so well the Date and I are planning to get one sooner or later. So far the vote is on a corgi, but we shall see.
The sad thing about this entire affair is that I had to leave my previous job in somewhat of a hurry so that the firm could hire me come November. I will not go into details, but let's just say that the last three weeks at the office were a complete bloody nightmare with all the possible and impossible administrative obstacles and bullshit and people not giving a shit about your feelings and your life in general. Let's just say by the end of it I was such a nervous wreck that I wanted nothing more than piss on the grave of my ex-boss take a week off and curl up in bed and not move for a couple of days.
Than panic settled in finally when I realized that I traded a job I disliked for another I had no idea about, so then there was that. But after two weeks, most of that anxiety is gone and I'm starting to settle in. Now just pray that after my three months are up they'll still want me. *crosses fingers* I sure as hell wish to stay. Even if I'm really looking forward to two weeks off at Christmas. It's been a big change, and just thinking back to those three weeks that came before (and drove me into sobbing breakdowns at home as well as work) makes my head hurt.
When the new year comes, we plan on starting it with wedding planning. I'm told six months are not so long a time to have everything sorted out, so I recon life is going to be busy, but this is the sort of busy I'm looking forward to. :)
Wish me luck?
This entry was originally posted at http://sphinxofthenile.dreamwidth.org/158291.html.