I can't tell you the number of hula hoops my mind has been through over this job business. I came to the conclusion, though, that I wasn't going to get it simply because it seemed too good to be true.
And I was wrong.
I'm so friggin' excited, I can barely stand it.
p.s. If you ever come across something called a "Health Rider", back away slowly, turn, and run.
(you'll be less likely to hurt yourself running.)
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
On Ye Ol' Ego Boost
So, its been a while since I posted but I actually have an excuse (unlike Mr. Quist). Up until a week or so ago, I've been working 60-70 hours a week. I work my 9-5 and then work on phonebook stuff. Just seconds before I completely snapped (and trust me, I came very, very close) the phonebook went to print. We are now on a sort of hiatus. Unfortunately, this translates to a financial hiatus too; with the work went the money. Right around this time, my 9-5 (really an 8-5, but I leave at 4 because fuck lunch breaks in a crappy business park) started to get sucky. I won't get into the details, but being paid less than I am worth combined with crap means I was contemplating looking for a new job again.
Before I go on, let me apologize to those of you who are sick of hearing about my work situation. I have little else to talk about because this has been my principle concern for some time now. I am still looking for "home".
Now you may not know that this crappy 9-5 found me. I was contracting at a photo studio and working the phonebook when I got a call asking me to come in. I have a philosophy that when a job finds you, it would be both rude and stupid to not hear them out, so I went. The lure of "salaried" (albeit low) with quasi-benefits hooked me. Well, just as I am starting to regret getting hooked, I got another call. I creative staffing agency (one of the 3 main ones in Portland) asked me to come in, and at the same time a place that I did an informational interview last summer asked me to come in too. This later event is the subject of my story.
I got an email from the new project manager at this place saying that they had grown a lot in the last 6 months (indeed, her position didn't exist when I was there before) and they needed freelance (cringe) help with some upcoming projects (read: temporary (cringe again)). I had met with the Creative Director and Senior Designer who apparently both really liked me and my work. So, they wanted to talk to me. I have to tell you, I love this place. When I was there before the 3 of us were very comfortable and talked and shared and it was GOOD. Its a design firm (very good). I went in, talked with the project manager, it went well. The creative director walked by the conference room on her way out and said hello. I went to shake her hand and she friggin' hugged me! The pay is unbeleivable. I love the environment. The part-time for 6 months is a sweet schedule. I love the people. The work is gorgeous. I am trying really hard to not get excited, but DAMN its hard. I've been bitterly disappointed before, and I may be again. But the moral of the story is that I am indeed wanted. Someone I admire likes my work. And I probably won't be stuck at crappy jobs for long.
Life is good.
Before I go on, let me apologize to those of you who are sick of hearing about my work situation. I have little else to talk about because this has been my principle concern for some time now. I am still looking for "home".
Now you may not know that this crappy 9-5 found me. I was contracting at a photo studio and working the phonebook when I got a call asking me to come in. I have a philosophy that when a job finds you, it would be both rude and stupid to not hear them out, so I went. The lure of "salaried" (albeit low) with quasi-benefits hooked me. Well, just as I am starting to regret getting hooked, I got another call. I creative staffing agency (one of the 3 main ones in Portland) asked me to come in, and at the same time a place that I did an informational interview last summer asked me to come in too. This later event is the subject of my story.
I got an email from the new project manager at this place saying that they had grown a lot in the last 6 months (indeed, her position didn't exist when I was there before) and they needed freelance (cringe) help with some upcoming projects (read: temporary (cringe again)). I had met with the Creative Director and Senior Designer who apparently both really liked me and my work. So, they wanted to talk to me. I have to tell you, I love this place. When I was there before the 3 of us were very comfortable and talked and shared and it was GOOD. Its a design firm (very good). I went in, talked with the project manager, it went well. The creative director walked by the conference room on her way out and said hello. I went to shake her hand and she friggin' hugged me! The pay is unbeleivable. I love the environment. The part-time for 6 months is a sweet schedule. I love the people. The work is gorgeous. I am trying really hard to not get excited, but DAMN its hard. I've been bitterly disappointed before, and I may be again. But the moral of the story is that I am indeed wanted. Someone I admire likes my work. And I probably won't be stuck at crappy jobs for long.
Life is good.
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