Friday, February 14, 2014

Good things DO happen to bad people

Holy shit: I got a job.
It pays less than half of what I was making before.  And my five weeks of vacation are now two.  Oh, and I don't have any health care coverage to speak of.
Wait a minute... why did I take this job?
Because it's a four minute walk from my condo.  Because I don't have to send an email to my boss if I'm five minutes late.  Because I got to leave half an hour early today, and they aren't going to dock my pay!  Also, the work is more interesting and less political, and it's a small office (five of us, all told) and everyone seems nice and they like me... they really, really like me.  So much in fact that today - after being employed for three days - they gave me keys to the office and the alarm code.
In what reality does stuff like that happen?  Because of the nature of the industry I am required to do a criminal check, which I haven't gotten around to yet.  Must be my beatific and honest looking face.
The boss's son in law came in to set up my computer yesterday (yes, it's that small of an operation) and, when he saw me leaving he said goodbye and that it was nice to have met me.
Yes: it is nice to meet me.
I used to say friendly things to people, until I got worn down by bureaucracy, politics and double standards.  In my vast, lengthy and danger-filled career I have had two bosses that I would work with again in a heartbeat: I saw one of them this weekend; and the other routinely asks me to come and work for her, but the commute would be insanity.
Also, in my awe-inspiring and exciting career, I was told to work a social function unpaid, during which an inebriated line haul driver tried to corner me when my hands were laden down with appetizer plates.  I worked for another company (cough, think Captain Phillips) that published monthly or quarterly employee newsletters.  One such newsletter contained a picture of George Bush giving a speech in front of a stack of our containers (we got a contract with the US government to ship arms overseas).  Another newsletter indicated that the employees of our company were it's second asset (the first, of course, being it's ships).
All in all it's early to tel how this job will play out, and surely there are pros and cons to any job, but I'm kind of hoping that this one will pan out.
Wish me luck (I have a three month probationary period)!

3 comments:

  1. Best of luck with the probation! I'm glad you found a job that you like.

    Job hunting sucks!

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    1. It does suck, especially on the North Shore.

      Who knows, maybe I'll go back to my existing job. Golden handcuffs, and all that...

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  2. Handcuffs aren't so bad. Golden is the second best kind after fuzzy...

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