Ah yes, so here I am again. Two weeks since my last post and doing what I said I wouldn't do... the obligatory “I'm such a bad blogger” post, apologizing for not posting.
I'm not really sorry. Well, kind of. Maybe a smidge.
But life happens, you know? I've had lots to do and not a whole hell of a lot to say. Or maybe lots to say, but not much time put it all in words. And since those things distracting me from the computer are ultimately good things, I don't feel much like apologizing. I will only ask that you bear with me and express my gratitude to those humble few of you who choose to stick around.
I've done some housekeeping here, to freshen things up a bit. New layout and such. It's a bit dark, I know. I tried to avoid the light text/dark background thing but my aesthetic tastes got the best of me. I'm a bit dark, myself. At any rate, it's nothing compared to my newly-created Tumblr account, which I am still trying to decide on a layout for and as such is a complete and utter mess. I'm still not sure what I'm doing there. If you click on that link, shield your eyes. It's pretty garish at the moment. What can I say? I loves me some animal prints.
Today marked a grand total of five years at my current place of employment, who shall go unmentioned here for the sake of preventing embarassment should their name come into connection with my various ramblings, off-color humour, strong opinions and penchant for saying shit and fuck a lot.
But yeah, five years. Not bad for what was supposed to be a temp job.
Fresh out of university I was faced with the ungodly task of actually trying to find a job. Having recently attained a Bachelor of Arts in Sociology (because fuck employability) attaining paid work seemed a daunting task indeed. As I was contemplating what to do, my sister gave me a call to let her know her workplace was looking for a temp to come in for a week and do some data entry work.
I said sure.
A day or two before I was due to start, I called her in a panic. I had not done paid work in over four years, and previous to those three years of university and one year of maternity leave before that, I had been more or less steadily employed as a convenience store. Office work seemed way over my head.
Quickly bringing me back down to Earth she reminded me that I was being hired without an interview or a resume.
“Really, Andie? How hard do you think it's going to be?”
So my initial fears turned out be pretty unfounded. By the end of the week it had been mentioned that I would be needing work for the summer and after being impressed by my ability to listen to and follow instructions I was asked to stay on. Summer turned into fall and I stayed on part-time my initial plans to go back to school and upgrade my degree from a general to an honors degree fell through. When my sister decided to leave the following winter, I figured I was pretty much in it for the long haul and moved into her cubicle. The work was challenging and even stressful at times but I knew I liked (and still do like) all the people I worked with. To this day, I can honestly say that I do not dislike a single one of my co-workers. Given stories I've heard from others regarding workplace drama, that's a pretty rare thing. I've collected a fair share of customer service stories and this last Christmas I came to a shocking realization that I'm no longer ‘the new girl’ (although learning as I went I got a lot of mileage out of that title) but actually kind of a veteran around the place. Which kind of blows my mind. That's what happens when you just kind of show up and never go away, which is the abridged version of this story.
In other news, my asshole cat, Simon, had his visit with the vet and has been officially rendered sterile and female cats in the area rejoiced. Bob Barker would be proud of me. Simon, not so much. That's a post for another day.