Whether it’s a job, a love interest, or any opportunity of some kind, we want to have it and we want it now. And I know I’ve always heard the philosphy, “Squeaky wheel gets the grease.” This is usually the motto I go by when I’m pursuing something (or someone).
But there comes a point where the wheel starts to squeak just too damn much and it becomes easier to replace the whole thing and get rid of it.
While I’ve already learned the hard way with the opposite sex that it isn’t always good to be so aggressive, I’m beginning to wonder if the same policy can apply to work scenarios.
At least, that’s what I’ve wondered lately.
Over the last few weeks, my present job got worse. Much worse. Remember my moment of speaking up? Well, it turned out to be an greater bad idea.
Right after all of this happened, and I let the flames die down of the awful written attacks I got from my coworker, it didn’t really ever ease up. Over the past few weeks, I have suddenly been required to send an “end of day” report that lists out the details of the work I’ve done all day. Each day. Every day. To the coworker I didn’t like (and I checked with my manager, she approved it).
So far I have no funny stories about drunk coworkers (yet), but I was at a birthday party for a coworker and wine was served. Everyone acted normal, of course, but it reminded me of a Christmas party I was at last year where alcohol was served.
Boy do some people really know how to put it away.
The last Christmas party I was at that included liquor – one female coworker put away 3 glasses of wine within two hours (and it’s about 4 in the afternoon by the way). And she confessed to only one small glass to a coworker who didn’t go to the party that next morning.
It’s late on a Friday night and I’m reading the newspaper comics. I noticed one comic used the word “catsup.” Oh, come on. Catsup? It’s ketchup people. And if you are using the word catsup, do you have to pronounce the “s”?
I thought I would update you on how it’s been going on my second week at my new job.
B. O. R. I. N. G.
I spend all day doing data entry.
Yes, data entry.
This is beyond troubling. I had no clue it would be like this and I’m not sure what to do. In fact, I actually miss customer service.
You know I was watching Seinfeld the other day, and it was the episode where George was trying to avoid his latest girlfriend so she wouldn’t break up with him, and I was thinking…I really like the idea of having a song for my voicemail.
George had the Greatest American Hero song “Walking on Air” song…maybe I should have Someone Like You by Adele for my voice message. It’s the latest song that I’m obsessed about and I think it would be perfect.
I am proud to say that I’m typing this post after my first completed week at work!
It’s been a fantastic feeling having a regular schedule again. And knowing that I never have to deal with the unemployment department again (I hope) is another level of fantastic..ness.
Not to mention having a pay check.
I do have to say… if I had to articulate the “why” part of my period of unemployment, I would say that it was necessary for me to really appreciate having a job. I’m not sure I need five months of job searching agony to understand that, but the point has been severely well taken.
I received a call over the weekend and the company I interviewed with last week offered me the job!
I’m so happy and excited!!!!
If you have noticed my absence from the general internet world it’s because my computer died. I thought the timing was perfect. My six year old computer lasted long enough to get me a job. So I am looking forward to my first paycheck when I can save up to buy my computer. God, it’s
wonderful to say that.
In case you didn’t hear, I had an interview last Wednesday. The interview went great and actually went better than any interview I’ve had so far. It’s for a fantastic job that I can’t believe I might get (entry level marketing…EXACTLY what I’ve been hoping for).
And guess what??
I received an email from them yesterday asking for my references!! I’m so excited!!
So we’ll see where this goes. I’m pretty sure it’s in the bag unless one of my references says something really awful. Here’s hoping THAT won’t happen.