Another week goes by...
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April 28th marked my tenth year at my current place of employment. Ten years of putting up with the daily crap that's associated with the printing industry, of dealing with the stupid interdepartmental sniping, of dealing with idjit customers, of dealing with folks who treat the workplace like it was highschool all over again. Survived two rounds of cutbacks and layoffs, and haven't had a raise in five years, not even cost of living.
Why do I put up with it, I wonder?
I should be able to go to other places with my pre-press and desktop publishing experience. Ten years isn't nothing to sneeze at.
But I guess perhaps that I am a stress puppy, thriving on the daily deadlines, of pulling off miracles daily, of doing the occasional impossible. Montgomery Scott had it right when he waxed philosophical and said that you tell people it'll take two hours, so that when it takes you fifteen minutes they'll think you're a bloody miracle worker. :)
And aside from the two scary times when people were being laid off, seemingly at random, good and bad people, productive and non-productive... There is a decent sense of job security. At times it's almost like you'd have to kill someone to get fired. Or like, smash a forklift into a machine or some such.
And to think, I've spent nearly a quarter of my life working in one place. I've probably migrated about ten feet in my office over ten years. :P And I am second, or at least third, oldest in terms of seniority. I can't even say that I've lived in the same place for ten years, though it has been close.
So, with my tenth anniversary at work having passed, and with my good friend selling and moving out of this house, I've been doing a lot of navel gazing. At times I've been close to just saying "Fuck it." and walking out into the unknown. I think I'm too old for that shit now, if I was 23 all over again... with the knowledge I have now, heh, I think I'd be out on my way to being King of the World. At least in my mind.
So: Looking for ways to emigrate to the US. Looking for a job there. Doing it all on a shoestring... very negligible budget. This is the course of action I am planning.
April 28th marked my tenth year at my current place of employment. Ten years of putting up with the daily crap that's associated with the printing industry, of dealing with the stupid interdepartmental sniping, of dealing with idjit customers, of dealing with folks who treat the workplace like it was highschool all over again. Survived two rounds of cutbacks and layoffs, and haven't had a raise in five years, not even cost of living.
Why do I put up with it, I wonder?
I should be able to go to other places with my pre-press and desktop publishing experience. Ten years isn't nothing to sneeze at.
But I guess perhaps that I am a stress puppy, thriving on the daily deadlines, of pulling off miracles daily, of doing the occasional impossible. Montgomery Scott had it right when he waxed philosophical and said that you tell people it'll take two hours, so that when it takes you fifteen minutes they'll think you're a bloody miracle worker. :)
And aside from the two scary times when people were being laid off, seemingly at random, good and bad people, productive and non-productive... There is a decent sense of job security. At times it's almost like you'd have to kill someone to get fired. Or like, smash a forklift into a machine or some such.
And to think, I've spent nearly a quarter of my life working in one place. I've probably migrated about ten feet in my office over ten years. :P And I am second, or at least third, oldest in terms of seniority. I can't even say that I've lived in the same place for ten years, though it has been close.
So, with my tenth anniversary at work having passed, and with my good friend selling and moving out of this house, I've been doing a lot of navel gazing. At times I've been close to just saying "Fuck it." and walking out into the unknown. I think I'm too old for that shit now, if I was 23 all over again... with the knowledge I have now, heh, I think I'd be out on my way to being King of the World. At least in my mind.
So: Looking for ways to emigrate to the US. Looking for a job there. Doing it all on a shoestring... very negligible budget. This is the course of action I am planning.