Yeesh, kai , that doesn’t look pleasant at all.
Hope you’re feeling a bit better, FCM.
You know, Swampy, I got my current job in a very strange way. Apparently, my resumix was in the system but I didn’t know it was in for my current job. I hadn’t even seen my current job announced. At any rate, I got a call from one of my former bosses, who asked if I was interested. The funny thing was, I had worked for him some years ago, and to my mind, we hadn’t really hit it off then. I was much more vocal back then and let people know when I was unhappy about something, or if I thought something was bullshit. Sometimes, I wasn’t exactly polite about it. Trust me, I’ve grown since then.
At any rate, I told him I was very interested (it was a two grade promotion, after all!). He told me he’d call me in a week or so. So, he called back, basically interviewed me on the phone, and told me about the job. I honestly told him what my skill sets were and told him that I wasn’t sure he’d still want me. He told me right then and there, that the reason he was interested in me was that I was a fast learner, I didn’t put up with crap, he could count on me to honestly state my opinion, and he had no doubts as to my abilities to do well in the job. About 10 minutes later, I had the official offer from the local CPAC, and I immediately said yes.
So, although I kvetch about this job, I’ve honestly liked this one much better than all the jobs I’ve had in my civil service career. I get highly frustrated at times (who doesn’t?), but I’m not micromanaged, I’m treated like an adult, and most importantly, I’m treated with respect, courtesy, and like I really am valuable to the command. There are bad days and once in a great while some minor sniping might occur, but for the most part, it’s okay. It’s seems as though it’s been a long stretch of bad days, here lately, but hopefully, things will improve soon. The workload is just tremendous right now, and I’m hard on myself. I fret if I don’t make the progress I feel I should, and I want to turn out accurate work. I am a bit of a perfectionist in this regard. So, although I won’t hold up a project to nit-noid stuff because of time constraints (when an eighty percent solution will do), I push myself to make sure it’s right the first time. If I can’t turn out what I perceive to be my best work, I make sure that it’s perfect the next time.
I’d like to learn more and feel more comfortable with some of the programs I use, but it’ll come in time.
So, in my very long-winded way, I guess I’m trying to say, that sometimes jobs obtained in slightly weird ways, can often be a very good thing.
gt, I’m sorry to read about your friends. I hope they can find some good news amongst the bad. I’ll keep you and them in my thoughts. The cancer thing must definitely sucks.
Tomorrow we’re going to a Wigs and Wine party. Sounds strange, doesn’t it. It’s a surprise party for a friend. We’re supposed to show up with zany wigs, bottles of wine, and celebrate his birthday. We bought some huge, giant Afro type wigs. I wanted a Marge Simpson wig, but couldn’t find one. I bought some big glittery sunglasses to wear with my wig too. I’m sure we’ll look absolutely ridiculous.
What’s worse is that we’ll have to drive about 25 miles wearing these things. I’m hoping that it’ll be dark when we leave so we don’t get strange stares from other drivers. The party is south of us, in Olympia.
I guess I 'll go veg in front of the idjit box for awhile.