Well...
You are now reading the journal of someone who will be employed at Casino Aztar very soon. That's right, I got another job. I gave my two weeks' notice on Tuesday, and my boss actually took it really well. I think that's because she knows this place is tanking.
My job will be in the marketing department, assisting the Director of Marketing Promotions or something like that-- the HR gal wasn't lying when she said they all had insanely long titles. It's a pay cut-- quite a bit of one-- but after the probationary period, I'll have benefits, not to mention the opportunity for upward mobility. It would certainly be nice to know I could head upwards and not just stagnate. It'll mean some long days and probably some long nights, as well, but I think I'm up for it. I'm actually excited for a job for the first time in a LONG time.
Yesterday, we were supposed to do my birthday lunch. Bosslady asked me where I wanted to go, so I said Turoni's. I've been working on an article for the magazine about their brewery, and I started craving their pizza. So... we made those plans, but then she shows up and proclaims we're going to The Kennel Club, a members-only restaurant on the north side of town that makes frou-frou food. Why did she dictate where we'd go for MY lunch? Because her tailor and her afternoon appointment were on the north side. Oh, yes, I cannot wait to be gone from the selfishness.
It's quiet-- it seems like most of the work here is done, so my timing is very good. It's too quiet, really, and shows how poorly our business really is doing here.
Well, that's the long and short of what I have to say. Next week is Thanksgiving, and that, ladies and gentlemen, blows my mind.
Happy Turkey Day early, in case I don't post.
My job will be in the marketing department, assisting the Director of Marketing Promotions or something like that-- the HR gal wasn't lying when she said they all had insanely long titles. It's a pay cut-- quite a bit of one-- but after the probationary period, I'll have benefits, not to mention the opportunity for upward mobility. It would certainly be nice to know I could head upwards and not just stagnate. It'll mean some long days and probably some long nights, as well, but I think I'm up for it. I'm actually excited for a job for the first time in a LONG time.
Yesterday, we were supposed to do my birthday lunch. Bosslady asked me where I wanted to go, so I said Turoni's. I've been working on an article for the magazine about their brewery, and I started craving their pizza. So... we made those plans, but then she shows up and proclaims we're going to The Kennel Club, a members-only restaurant on the north side of town that makes frou-frou food. Why did she dictate where we'd go for MY lunch? Because her tailor and her afternoon appointment were on the north side. Oh, yes, I cannot wait to be gone from the selfishness.
It's quiet-- it seems like most of the work here is done, so my timing is very good. It's too quiet, really, and shows how poorly our business really is doing here.
Well, that's the long and short of what I have to say. Next week is Thanksgiving, and that, ladies and gentlemen, blows my mind.
Happy Turkey Day early, in case I don't post.