So this is now three jobs in a row that I’ve really liked. Unfortunately, all three jobs have been temporary jobs. This one has the biggest chance to turn into a permanent job. If only a letter-writing campaign would work; I’d solicit letters from the blogosphere on why Large Company needs to hire me.
The more I work at Large Company, the more I like it. I work in a really, really good department. People are so nice. It’s not that they weren’t nice in the last two jobs—they were—but this place tops the Nice People To Work With list. And my job has a variety of duties, so there seems to be no chance at all to get bored. Except when there’s no work, but, well, that’s everywhere. I’ve never been one of those people who can be happy doing nothing at work all day. If I can’t work, I’d rather be home. I see no point in being at work, otherwise.
Argh. I can’t really give too many details, what with all the asshats out there who lie in wait, hoping to be able to get one of their most hated bloggers fired by calling their place of employment and lying about said blogger. So I can’t really tell you much about the training exercise I took part in last week, save to say that the team I interacted with had a very clever man on their side, but I gave as good as I got, and we laughed about it over dinner that night (which was on Large Company, and quite good—even the cafeteria has good food). But today, I used Microsoft’s Sharepoint to put up a web site for a team event next month, and it was just like putting up a weblog. Without the opinions, of course.
I was telling my mother about the job, and the various things I’ve been doing, and I kept saying, “But I knew how to do that because at X job I did Y,” and she said, “Is there anything you haven’t done at a job?”
Well, I haven’t had to dig ditches. Or mow lawns. But probably not much else that I haven’t covered. Weirdest job ever: Dog-bather at a grooming shop. Shortest job ever: Selling radio ads for KUPY, the Voice of the Valley (Puyallup, Washington). Worst job ever: The Job From Hell, which you can read about somewhere in my archives (you find the link; I’m tired). Best job ever: Being part of the Art Department at Lucent, learning how to build and design websites.
Until now, that is. I think this one’s going to become Best Job Ever. Let’s hope they convert me to permanent employee. I really like it here.
I’m happy for you and hope this works out. I’m still stuck in unemployment hell, so I sincerely hope they take you on full-time, cause if you can’t get a great job, what hope do the rest of us mere mortals have?
Hey, wait:
This will sound all kinds of stupid but are you certain it wouldn’t? Maybe you’d have to do it embarrassed/jokey fashion, like, “Oh shoot, my online friends thought this would be a good idea, I’m really sorry, I never asked them to,” etc.
But barring a wide campaign of attack like that, why not solicit a letter or two from some well-placed bloggers who have good reps? (That is, not me. I would certainly write you a letter–that’s not the question–but my status, so to speak, is negligible.)
I really, really want you to have an enjoyable, stable job in an area that clearly suits you, so forgive my enthusiasm. It’s only that I can’t get that stupid “think outside the box” mantra outside my head. Stupid empty business slogans.
Good for you, Meryl. Its high time that things are finally looking up in your (un)employment situation.
And that everyone is nice? Wonderful. Still, just be careful – your still at the armpit-sniffing stage and should wait until the 6 month honeymoon period is over when the jackwits start to come out of the wood work.
Not that I am saying they are nice – just that you keep the +3 Yourish Armor (+5 vs Internet Trolls) on and to not get rid of your Boots of Butt-Kicking either…
Thats all. :)
Boots of Butt-Kicking never work at jobs. All they do is make people mad at you, and people who get mad at you remember for a very, very long time.
We’ll see what happens. My manager is someone who’s used to getting what she wants. I’m calling myself her Pinocchio, and figure that someday, Large Company will make me a real girl (employee).
Meryl, enjoyed your post. I’m always happiest when I am happy in my job, and I am happy to report that I am happy in my current job. I work crazy hours – not becuase its really expected, but because I am excited to be there and do what I am doing. I hope somebody somewhere writes this down: happy employees = more productive employees. And our cafeterias rock.