I don’t even know what to say…
Bear with me - this is going to be all over the place, but I can’t contain my excitement.
I was copied on an email yesterday that said that I was invited to go to some big finance meeting with the athletics department of the university I’m based at / work at. They’re not inviting the other staff accountant. I don’t know what this means, but I am fucking excited as fuck.
I love my boss - he’s young, and he’s struggling, but he’s a lot of fun… although right now, I’m not sure who is teaching who. We’re bouncing a lot of ideas off of each other. He has the experience in the industry / with the company, but I have the fresh eyes, and I’m not afraid to question him. “What is this? Where does it come from? Why is it billed like that?”
Yesterday, I told him that if I’m annoying him, he could feel free to spank me.
I meant slap, but this is right up there with telling the misogynist arsehole at the other job that I needed to turn off my vibrator.
Fuck. I really need to remember to turn on my internal censor when I walk into the office.
Speaking of fuck—I actually said it and then apologised for saying it.
I was told, point blank, that I’m not allowed to apologise.
Apparently, it is quite al-fucking-right to pepper our sentences with f-bombs. At varying volumes.
I thought I was working for another building that the company managed, but right now I’m working on both buildings and I’m loving it.
A lot of it has a lot to do with the fact that we’re backlogged and trying to close two months at a time, he needs to train me and there’s not enough work for me to do independently of him.
And while I’m talking about being independent, there wasn’t enough room in the finance office for a third desk, so I’m outside in a cube. I was joking that since there’s three of us and the boys have a nice office, I feel like they should a put a big “no girls allowed” sign on the door. I feel distanced and alone and that sucks, but I suppose it could be worse. I could be a few miles down the road in the other building.
And… while I’m talking about being based at the university and not the other building—I have a university ID card, and I have to get a university parking permit.
I honestly believe the universe knows what it’s doing and this is payback for all the shit I went through the past year…
Although it doesn’t *quite* make up for missing N’s wedding and the trip we were supposed to take to make up for not going to London in April.
You never know, though, maybe they’ll take over a building in the UK and relocate me…