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Last week was my first week at my new job.
Oh ya, by the way, I got a new job! :) It was one of those my aunt (who is an accountant) new I was looking for a job, and one of her clients was desperately trying to fill a position yet didn't want to go the temp agency route or the advertise and interview a bunch of people route. My aunt was like, hey, I know someone....and they were like, hey, we need someone.... and the rest is history.
My job entails much more than I thought it would, which is a little stressful, but hopefully less so once I get it under my belt. Naturally, I was not formally trained in any aspect of the job that I "applied" for, but shhhhhhhhhhh. I came on recommendation, plus my aunt is doing part of the training. I am the office manager/bookkeeper/general office mom for a start up company that's trying to make it big. My aunt is training me to use Quickbooks, which I like quite a bit. I have used Excel for similar things in the past, and both programs have their pros and cons (neither of which am I fully aware of, but hey, a little is a start!).
This job is yet another thing that falls into my everything happens for a reason mentality. (Then again, as a psych major, I am aware that when you follow a theory, evidence towards that becomes more obvious to you than evidence against it...the you see what you want to believe thing.) What I am getting to is that I feel like this job made itself available to me because I needed it in more ways than one, and maybe it needed me.
My last job struck me like that, too. I mean, seriously, I was subbing, and then one day I got a phone call saying that I should apply for a job that not only did I not apply for, but that I hadn't even known existed. I went ahead and applied, interviewed, and got the position on what little experience I had. Low and behold I met some incredible people, was part of a wonderful team, and was able to learn lots of things not only about autism, children, working as part of a team, politics, aging, and even myself, but life as well. I learned a lot, and I feel like I offered a lot. It was such a good match, and then at the end, there were a million signs letting me know it was time to move on. I feel like I made a good choice, although I do miss the people a lot. But that job no longer exists, because the people that it was comprised of have also moved on.
Back to my pseudo-point, if I ever really have one...this job also seemed to materialize just when I was getting desperate and needed something. To top it off, the Monday before the interview, I was supposed to go to a meeting about professional organizing, which I was going to put on the front burner, and my car broke down on the way. My aunt called me the next day to let me know the people at this job wanted to get in touch with me. I went in and interviewed, and the lady that interviewed me especially liked that I put that I enjoy organizing things on my resume. It was almost as if to say, hey, put professional organizing on the back burner for now, and build your skills doing what you can to get this company organized.
So, ya....new job. No new haircut yet, but possibly soon. And I'm hungry and losing my train of thought, so this is where I will stop for now. Ta-ta!
Oh ya, by the way, I got a new job! :) It was one of those my aunt (who is an accountant) new I was looking for a job, and one of her clients was desperately trying to fill a position yet didn't want to go the temp agency route or the advertise and interview a bunch of people route. My aunt was like, hey, I know someone....and they were like, hey, we need someone.... and the rest is history.
My job entails much more than I thought it would, which is a little stressful, but hopefully less so once I get it under my belt. Naturally, I was not formally trained in any aspect of the job that I "applied" for, but shhhhhhhhhhh. I came on recommendation, plus my aunt is doing part of the training. I am the office manager/bookkeeper/general office mom for a start up company that's trying to make it big. My aunt is training me to use Quickbooks, which I like quite a bit. I have used Excel for similar things in the past, and both programs have their pros and cons (neither of which am I fully aware of, but hey, a little is a start!).
This job is yet another thing that falls into my everything happens for a reason mentality. (Then again, as a psych major, I am aware that when you follow a theory, evidence towards that becomes more obvious to you than evidence against it...the you see what you want to believe thing.) What I am getting to is that I feel like this job made itself available to me because I needed it in more ways than one, and maybe it needed me.
My last job struck me like that, too. I mean, seriously, I was subbing, and then one day I got a phone call saying that I should apply for a job that not only did I not apply for, but that I hadn't even known existed. I went ahead and applied, interviewed, and got the position on what little experience I had. Low and behold I met some incredible people, was part of a wonderful team, and was able to learn lots of things not only about autism, children, working as part of a team, politics, aging, and even myself, but life as well. I learned a lot, and I feel like I offered a lot. It was such a good match, and then at the end, there were a million signs letting me know it was time to move on. I feel like I made a good choice, although I do miss the people a lot. But that job no longer exists, because the people that it was comprised of have also moved on.
Back to my pseudo-point, if I ever really have one...this job also seemed to materialize just when I was getting desperate and needed something. To top it off, the Monday before the interview, I was supposed to go to a meeting about professional organizing, which I was going to put on the front burner, and my car broke down on the way. My aunt called me the next day to let me know the people at this job wanted to get in touch with me. I went in and interviewed, and the lady that interviewed me especially liked that I put that I enjoy organizing things on my resume. It was almost as if to say, hey, put professional organizing on the back burner for now, and build your skills doing what you can to get this company organized.
So, ya....new job. No new haircut yet, but possibly soon. And I'm hungry and losing my train of thought, so this is where I will stop for now. Ta-ta!