The end of 4242
November 8, 2004. That's when I started this job. It was a three month temp assignment that I took despite the pay level because it guaranteed steady work through the holiday season. The department was overhauled just after Christmas with a change of PiC and I ended up staying - still despite the pay level, lol - because I worked with a great group of people in a centre with a friendly atmosphere that I preferred over the more formal offices I'd worked in previously. All of which is still true. But damn, it felt good to turn in my security card tonight. :D
That beginning was about six months after I'd spent a goodly chunk of time staying at cookie2697, snowwhite22 and Cocoa's place in Studio City (aka LA), California, which was informally known as 4242 Roswell Place because so many Roswellians crashed there while making the fangirly rounds of filming sites. Which was a hella awesome trip, however, its relevance here is that when I got my voice mail and stuff hooked up at work, my brand new extension was 4242. :D I've never once forgotten it! The apartment residents have long since scattered, and now my extension is retired, too.
It was a good day. Yes, I actually did work. :P Lunch was nice - the best part was that DD came in and had lunch with us. She's still on leave so I haven't seen her since before Christmas, though ironically, she's coming back to work in two weeks. There were presents, too, which were lovely if slightly baffling: a matched set of white Starbucks mugs, one china and one plastic traveller, and a framed photograph of downtown Halifax. Not the most practical of choices, being as two are breakable and I have a travel mug (that I use every day) already, but I appreciate the thought nonetheless. The reciprocal - and now extra appropriate! - gifties of the bears I handed out were very well received. So now they're all saddled with constant reminders of me. *is devious*
I got about halfway home tonight, random stuff buzzing away in my head, when I thought, "Holy shit, I'm unemployed again." LOL. It's good to know that I would be re-hire-able there. I have zero intentions of ever going back even if I came back to Halifax to live, but it's nice to know that the option exists; comforting. Having a safety net is always a stomach-settler.
That beginning was about six months after I'd spent a goodly chunk of time staying at cookie2697, snowwhite22 and Cocoa's place in Studio City (aka LA), California, which was informally known as 4242 Roswell Place because so many Roswellians crashed there while making the fangirly rounds of filming sites. Which was a hella awesome trip, however, its relevance here is that when I got my voice mail and stuff hooked up at work, my brand new extension was 4242. :D I've never once forgotten it! The apartment residents have long since scattered, and now my extension is retired, too.
It was a good day. Yes, I actually did work. :P Lunch was nice - the best part was that DD came in and had lunch with us. She's still on leave so I haven't seen her since before Christmas, though ironically, she's coming back to work in two weeks. There were presents, too, which were lovely if slightly baffling: a matched set of white Starbucks mugs, one china and one plastic traveller, and a framed photograph of downtown Halifax. Not the most practical of choices, being as two are breakable and I have a travel mug (that I use every day) already, but I appreciate the thought nonetheless. The reciprocal - and now extra appropriate! - gifties of the bears I handed out were very well received. So now they're all saddled with constant reminders of me. *is devious*
I got about halfway home tonight, random stuff buzzing away in my head, when I thought, "Holy shit, I'm unemployed again." LOL. It's good to know that I would be re-hire-able there. I have zero intentions of ever going back even if I came back to Halifax to live, but it's nice to know that the option exists; comforting. Having a safety net is always a stomach-settler.