And How Have You Been?
Okay, after a much-prolonged hiatus, I’m back. Actually, I’ve been thinking about writing something forever. It wasn’t that there was a lack of material, rather there was too much to choose from. I’ve been suffering from overload paralysis. Too much going on! Should I focus the acupuncture I’ve been getting? My new iPod? [I call him NanoBob.] My five-year Homecoming? The digital cable and PVR and my subsequent new TV boyfriends? (mmmmm, Logan Echolls…) The vitamin regimen that has me peeing radioactive yellow every six and a half minutes? The fact that I got laid off by nitwits? Or the fact that I love my new job? After much thought, I’m going to go with the last one.
(Long story short: I got laid off at the beginning of September. Thirteen days later I got my new awesome job in project management for an engineering design firm. I love the universe.)
Top 10 Reasons I Love My New Awesome Job
10. Free cookies in the kitchen. And not just any cookies, either. The vanilla Oreos that are ripoffs of the oh-so-delicious Girl Guide cookies. My favourite non-homemade cookies EVER! I eat, like, six a day. Is that wrong?
9. In fact, I love the whole kitchen at the new place. The kitchen at the old crappy job was the size of a broom closet and you couldn’t use the toaster oven and the microwave at the same time without blowing a fuse. At the new awesome job, there are couches and stools to relax at, two microwaves, a dishwasher, cupboards full of cutlery and dishes (which, by the way, match my acupuncturist’s!) AND a fridge full of Coke! A-COLA! Can you hear my angels singing?
8. Hot water in the washroom. At the old crappy job the tap water in the washrooms was frigid. And only one soap dispenser worked. And somebody was always hogging up the good sink with dishes, or toothbrushing, or something that was better reserved for the home time. God! The washrooms at the new awesome job have hot water. And not wait-a-few-minutes-for-it-to-warm-up-hot-water, either! No. At the new awesome job, you turn on the tap and presto! Water at the perfect temperature! It’s like peeing at a hair salon!
7. My co-workers use words like “coplanarity”. And they know what it means.
6. The streetcar commute. Remember when I said I thought that streetcars were a lower former of transportation? Yeah, I was so wrong. Streetcars are awesome. (At the old crappy job,) I used to have to take the cram-jam-sardine-packed subway all the way downtown. I never got a seat. I inevitably got someone’s backpack stuffed in my face, or someone’s elbow in my kidney, or some pervert’s hand hovering ‘accidentally’ someplace it shouldn’t have been. At my new awesome job, I hop on a virtually empty streetcar, grab a seat, turn on my iPod to the Veronica Mars soundtrack, and fifteen minutes later the streetcar drops me off almost right in front of the office. FIFTEEN MINUTES!
5. My new workspace. Old crappy job? I propped up my monitor with a phone book and stole my chair from the messengers. I also had to wait four months before a real divider on my cubicle was delivered. So I spent four months just hanging out in the aisle, basically. It sucked. New awesome job? Everything’s adjustable and the chairs are soooooo comfy! And my workspace is right by a ginormous window that looks out on the Gardiner Expressway, Exhibition grounds and Ontario Place. Not to mention that the ceilings are about a brillion feet high and the walls are all exposed brick. This place is gorgeous.
4. Sometimes, I get to wear steel-toed boots. Nothing makes you feel tougher.
3. I have my own whiteboard. I love my whiteboard. I can’t even tell you why. It’s just one of those things I love – like animal-printed socks, or pickled beets, or when Ned the dog attacks my foot for twenty minutes without interruption and he’s got this crazy wild look on his face and I can see the whites of his eyes. That’s how I love my whiteboard.
2. No sexual harassment. WORD.
1. Mostly (and I’m about to get sentimental here, so prepare your “awwwww”s,) I just love the fact that my boss is two feet away from me. And he reminds me of my favourite professor from university – the one who looked like a Keebler elf and used to hop up onto the tables at the back of the classroom just to see what everything looked like from a student’s perspective. I love the fact that my boss checks in with me to make sure that I’m happy and that I have lots of interesting things to keep me busy. I love the fact that he puts his weight behind all these new systems I’m working hard to design. I love the fact that just two days into the job, I already felt like I was accomplishing something. I am appreciated here. And I love the fact that most days I look at the clock and realize it’s past time when I ought to go home – not because I’m bored of working, not because there’s no work for me to do, but simply because my dog’s bladder will burst if I don’t get home and let him out.
Seriously guys? I love my new job.
posted by nerdifer at 6:04 p.m.
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