So, I found a new job. I had been on many, many interviews. Most of them were a waste of time. I did not want to be a secretary. I did not want to do filing. I also did not want to work in an office full of cranky, hateful asswipes. Oh, and more money. Because fuck poverty.
My new job is awesome. I’m sure I’ve said that before, a long time ago. But this time? This is different. I’m not being thrown to the sharks. Sure, my predecessor quit unexpectedly, but the job wasn’t vacant long and did not go through three one-week wonders before I got there. My office is twice the size of my old office. I’m making $5K more a year, starting. And I do not come in to 50 emails detailing (1) how I fail at life and (2) how they still want me to do three weeks worth of work in the next three days. The new people are nice and they have low expectations. Also, they bring food. They have my favorite sodas in the fridge (I seriously thought I was the only Fresca drinker on the planet.) There is a candy dish on every available surface. And they are very happy to discover that no, I did not feed them full of bullshit, I actually do know what I’m talking about.
Had a long conversation with Mr. Music (my former boss) last week, wherein we both cackled maniacally and discussed how strange we both felt about being in a situation where no one is being a dick. Like, we both sort of expect the worst of everyone and feel terribly odd when it doesn’t happen. The new associate I work with (hmm, nickname time. I’ll call him Mr. Clean, since he’s bald) is a lot like Mr. Music, so it’s not as much of a culture shock as it could be. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a culture shock. I still wonder how long the happy will last. But at least for now, it’s giving me the chance to get my head back in order instead of just being emotionally exhausted from dealing with the crazy all day.
The one thing I do miss is having lunch with BFRB every day. Today, I went and ate something, and still had like half an hour to kill. So I went to Target, which is conveniently right around the corner. I may see if I can leave half an hour earlier and only take a 30 minute lunch…having extra time to shop will pretty much negate the raise. And there is a LOT of shopping near the new office. Target. The mall (which has a Lush, a Sephora, a Lane Bryant, a Bath & Body Works, Dillard’s, and at least two cookie places); Talbot’s, Avenue, Wal-Mart, Shoe Carnival….all of these within about a 2 mile radius. There’s also a Barnes & Noble somewhere, I think, and some other stuff. The new place is a little further away, but by the time you factor in the parking garage trek, I leave at the same time. Also, no one at the new office is going to send me a shitty email for being one minute late.
BUT Big Brother starts up again this week, so BFRB and I are going to have a two-person watch party, which will be awesome. I hope to fucking god they don’t bring back that stupid whore Rachel again, because I will vomit. I’m done with her, and if I have to listen to that stupid annoying laugh for another season I will puke. I hope they bring back someone besides all the people who were there last season. I don’t want to be bored with my summer trash TV fix.