Friday, July 12, 2013

My last day of unemployment

I alluded to this yesterday, but I wanted to archive it here:

New boss to me: First order of business, get your printer working, hahah.

Me to J: I just tried to “like” that. I need to get off of FB and tumblr…

Seriously… if this job goes as well as the interviews did, and this email implies, I’ll be quite happy there.

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I started cleaning out my home office because it becomes the place where all the crap winds up. It’s like the dumping ground for homeless stuff, and it bugs me. I normally get too overwhelmed by the idea of cleaning it, though, so it gets worse and worse until I do a big purge.

I’m on my second (third?) bag of garbage. I have two big boxes of paperwork that needs to be filed. And a bunch of picture frames that don’t match any of the others.

I’ve been very good about making things look the same in my office. I’m all about consistency in there for some reason. Maybe because this is the second time it’s been painted and refurnished? For whatever reason, I’ve become very obsessed with making it perfect.

So. Yesterday, I decided to run out, really quickly, to the Jo-Ann Fabrics five minutes from my house. All I wanted was white or blonde wood picture frames. That’s all.

Jo-Ann had nothing in the sizes I needed and definitely nothing in the right colour. Had I not been me, I could have run next door to Wal-Mart and probably solved my problem.

But no.

I fucking hate Wal-Mart, so I will not go in there. It doesn’t matter that it’s so close. If Wal-Mart were the only place in the world that carried air, food, water, and other necessities for a long life, I’d opt to die. (OK. Maybe that’s a wee bit dramatic, but I REALLY HATE Wal-Mart.)

I decided to drive to Target. Nope. Nothing there.

Michael’s? Nope. Nothing there, either.

I had no idea it would be that fucking hard to find a picture frame.

My quick 15 minute trip turned into a two hour nightmare, and I really didn’t plan on being gone that long. 

I learned about American Frame when we lived in Toledo. They’re based in Maumee, so it was nice and easy to order online and pick up in the store. Now, I have to pay for the shipping, but I can get exactly what I need in the sizes I need it in. Their customer service rocks, too.

There’s not much I miss about Toledo, but I never thought a frame store would be on that list.

Yeah, I could use the Michael’s custom framing department because they use Nielsen metal framing, too, but the last time I used a custom framer, they screwed up the order.  It’s not worth it for me to go through that again.

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I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited for a Monday to come. If I wasn’t hanging out with Sprout on Saturday, I think I’d go nuts this weekend, because it has the potential to be the longest weekend ever.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Hot damn!

I haven’t even started the new job yet, and I’ve already been assigned my first project.

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard at a boss’ email since Boy Wonder emailed me an excel spreadsheet titled “jb’s batshit crazy budget edits”

I think I’m going to keep him.

Wheeee!

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that the people who dress Benedict for Sherlock can not find a shirt that fits his chest?

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Signing, scanning, and emailing my offer letter and assorted paperwork back this morning.

I. AM. SO. HAPPY.

I think this will be a good fit - even though I’m scared shitless I made the wrong choice.  (After the temp to perm disaster, I don’t trust myself to make ANY decision regarding a job.)

Still waiting on a start date, but I hope it’s sooner rather than later…

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

*happy dance*

I have a job.

I accepted it verbally this evening and I will send over the signed acceptance letter tomorrow.

Oh. My. Dog.

I! HAVE! A! JOB!

That was easy.

I got an offer from the hotel chain.

Seeing how I probably won’t get the max from the work-from-home accounting company, that’s a huge point in the hotel’s favor. The difference between the max and the hotel’s offer is $1K. That’s it. I’d save $2,700 by not commuting, so it’s really boiling down to freedom, dress code, hours, and do I really want to work from home…

Looking back at my journal, I was kind of “eh” about the hotel job but in it’s defense, I was interviewing for positions I liked better. WAY better. It didn’t help when they hired within and I never heard anything from them. I’m feeling a little burned by that, but at least they realized they made a mistake. The title, though, the fucking title!!!! The office set up is pretty suite, too. (HA! Did you see what I did there? My office would be in a hotel room!)

I’m pretty sure I’m going to take the offer.

I already know a lot of what’s expected of me. I’ve already been given the power to make a major decision should I start. The only quibbling point is whether or not vacation days are based on the calendar year or your anniversary date. I’m going to London for New Year’s - that is non-negotiable - now that I know we have money coming in.

Did you hear that? I’M GOING TO LONDON FOR NEW YEAR’S!! Final-fucking-ly!!! I just wish I could have done it in April. When it mattered. But if wishes were fishes I’d starve to death because I don’t do seafood.

Where was I? Oh yeah…

As much as I like the idea of working from home, I don’t know if I can handle the reality of that being my life. I’m already twitchy being at home all day every day. Granted, I’d have stuff to do, but as an extroverted introvert, I do like being with people from time to time.

The only shitty thing about taking this job is that it’s a small, American, company. Oh well… the more I make, the more I can save, and the more trips to London I can make. *grin*