I love my new job!
For those of you just tuning in, I have started a new chapter, one that I like to refer to as "Adulthood", subtitle "I have a real job and soon will be paying bills and rent like the rest of society, yay!". Strange that I'm pleased about a strict regulated schedule and additional responsibility? Heck no. I'm apartment searching with the lovely Christina (and maybe Rachel!), working an awesome 8:30 to 4:30 day, weekends off, 4 weeks of vacation, 12 holidays, 12 sick days, FREE full health benefits, AND, to top it all off, I'm doing something I actually care about, that has a future and potential. I like all the girls in my office (yes, an office of all women under the age of 37, watch out hormones), and I'm in a bangin' location city-wise. The commuting isn't my favorite, but I won't be doing it forever. Just, good things.
The two Asian girls I work with came in today wearing exactly the same outfit. Down to the nail polish. I wonder if they are taking over the world.
I don't think I ever realized how truly toxic my last work environment was until I was out of it. Not to say the people were bad, but the whole vibe and attitude of the management was plain nasty. My entire demeanor changed, and I didn't even realize it had gone south. Here, I can be myself, and be happy. I can take days off without worrying about being fired or written up like I'm in high school. I can take a real vacation. I have actual responsibilities in my job. I was hired and instantly trusted. I feel like I fit in here, like I know what I'm doing. I can make decisions and changes without worrying, and I'm responsible for myself. I freaking love it.
Best perk? In-office Keurig in every kitchen, and an endless flow of eating-out-of-the-jar-Nutella. Bliss.
