I'm Pretty Lucky
I really didn't know what to write in here this time, but need to keep writing or this will go by the wayside, much like my site. (I will update it, I promise.)
Surprise of all surprises, I don't have much to bitch about today.
I've been really lucky in the last two jobs I've had in that I've liked the folks I work with. The last job, I liked almost everyone and the one I didn't like left, so that problem was solved. The job ended up sucking (it was nothing that was promised—although my business cards said "graphic artist," they should've said "word processor, water-walker, and general problem-fixer") and I ended up getting laid off (why is it the jobs that promise the most are the ones you should run away from the fastest?).
The new job, although there are aspects I don't particularly care for, more than makes up for the last one. More often than not, I end up with several tasks that utilize different skill sets and I'm hard-pressed to choose where to start because I know I'm going to genuinely enjoy working on any and almost all of them. That means I get to use the graphic skills a little more; I'm actually using the web coding skills I worked so hard to attain; I'm actually doing some writing and editing; and, although I'm still word processing, it's a tool and not my "job."
And, while this company has its problems (show me one that doesn't and I'll show you a double-horned dog with purple stripes), it has a lot more things right. Everyone I deal with knows how I feel about American corporations, or if they don't they will soon. I'm sick to death of corporate management complaining about how there's no company loyalty anymore and yet they treat each and every one of the peons (gawd forbid they treat their peers this way!) as if they're nothing but shite under their feet and can be replaced in a heartbeat. But, that's another rant.
And, for the most part, I'm diggin' the folks I work with. I seem to have reached a reasonable level of, if not happiness then, contentedness.
What the hell is *that* all about?
Surprise of all surprises, I don't have much to bitch about today.
I've been really lucky in the last two jobs I've had in that I've liked the folks I work with. The last job, I liked almost everyone and the one I didn't like left, so that problem was solved. The job ended up sucking (it was nothing that was promised—although my business cards said "graphic artist," they should've said "word processor, water-walker, and general problem-fixer") and I ended up getting laid off (why is it the jobs that promise the most are the ones you should run away from the fastest?).
The new job, although there are aspects I don't particularly care for, more than makes up for the last one. More often than not, I end up with several tasks that utilize different skill sets and I'm hard-pressed to choose where to start because I know I'm going to genuinely enjoy working on any and almost all of them. That means I get to use the graphic skills a little more; I'm actually using the web coding skills I worked so hard to attain; I'm actually doing some writing and editing; and, although I'm still word processing, it's a tool and not my "job."
And, while this company has its problems (show me one that doesn't and I'll show you a double-horned dog with purple stripes), it has a lot more things right. Everyone I deal with knows how I feel about American corporations, or if they don't they will soon. I'm sick to death of corporate management complaining about how there's no company loyalty anymore and yet they treat each and every one of the peons (gawd forbid they treat their peers this way!) as if they're nothing but shite under their feet and can be replaced in a heartbeat. But, that's another rant.
And, for the most part, I'm diggin' the folks I work with. I seem to have reached a reasonable level of, if not happiness then, contentedness.
What the hell is *that* all about?
posted by p-dub at
12:21 PM
2 Comments:
Indeed, What the hell *is* that all about? Are you mellowing with age my angry (and still young) Wench?
If so, I assure you that I shall have a hand to the floor to see if in fact Hell has frozen over.
Remember; Sarcasm is still a free service that we offer.
Yeah, there's probably a little mellowing. But, more likely, I just find maintaining a certain level of rage is just too tiring.
It's almost too bad that blogging didn't come about during my "age of rage." It could've been an interesting ride.
But you, dear troll, and your spousal unit, you were witness to that rage and I expect you will carry the message to the masses when the time comes.
hehheh.
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