Tuesday, September 3, 2013

My new job doesn't have mirrors for practicing jazz hands

I finally escaped the gravitational pull of my last part-time job and into an exponentially better full-time job. It still feels like a dream. I keep expecting them to tell me the really awful part. "Oh by the way, in exchange for the free bagels on Monday, this dude comes by Thursday to punch us all in the neck." or "Hey it's time for the weekly thumbtack eating contest. Participation is mandatory." or "No that's not the fire alarm. That's the: it's Friday alarm. Yes it will be sounding all day. No we can't turn it down. Knob broke off at '11' years ago."

Thinking back to what I put up with for 8 months or so those things wouldn't really be that unexpected in this position. I can't believe I used to sit at a desk where I could not extend my legs fully and still use the computer without sitting sideways. I'm kind of a giant, so sitting at the desk at my last job was similar to sitting in the backseat of a two door Volkswagen. Before that if I extended my legs incorrectly I accidentally unplugged an entire side of the office. Being able to have my legs in front of me without fear of disaster while using a computer is a strange and new experience to me. Shockingly, it is much easier to do work when you're comfortable.

The new job is full-time; which previously had been a major issue for me. Full-time jobs mean less time for pursuing my aspirations of writing something worth reading. Looking back on it though, it wasn't the hours the job took, it was the hours I spent getting there. An hour each way driving to get less than 30 miles drains you whichever direction you're headed. When I would take public transportation to get there, it meant 1.5 hours of public transportation to get 30 miles as long as I didn't miss any of my connection. Having that crap commute made the stress of my job seem that much less appealing. Who wants to drag themselves out of a nice warm bed to go to a place they know will make them unhappy by the end of the day?

I'm still not sure how my new job will turn out, but at least I haven't found any random word documents in a some hidden folder in the computer's recent documents pleading to me to leave before it's too late or anything. Not saying that necessarily happened at any of my old jobs, just saying I've learned my lesson and those are the type of red flags I keep an eye out.
-AB