Left a real job
Good bye free eye exams, Rayban and Dior frames at cost and knowing exactly what I'll be wearing to work every day (scrubs) because I got the job!
My second interview didn't feel nearly as smooth as the first. I'm not at all practiced in the "give an example of time you fought with a coworker/went above and beyond/disagreed with a policy but went along with it anyways" questions so every single thing was off the cuff and completely honest. I guess that method and whatever I babbled displayed what I needed.
In the two weeks before getting the official call (oh, I got a call Wednesday asking to clarify some information for my background check which was kind of a helpful hint) I had a lot of time to think about the issues with taking this job. I didn't mention it in the previous entry, but in addition to the decrease in funds, a huge issue I had to take into account was possible surgery on my hand. That problem as been such an unexpectedly fucked up roller coaster all year long that I really only have one choice regarding it: put it off as long as I can. I was doing everything I could to get it done while I was at EOC and on my mom's insurance but it became clear that I couldn't force the doctors into solving the problem that way, so while I feel like I've been being jerked around, and in that time my hand has actually gotten much worse, I'm going to have to make due. The cortisone shots do seem to help relive symptoms for a bit but I was really hoping on a permanent fix. Now, I'll just have to wait it out so I can get my position established.
So, I will be the new Store Secretary Bookkeeper (SSB) at Buffalo Exchange in Sherman Oaks. It is only about a mile from EOC, so barely further from the apartment.
Tuesday, I will go have for my "job overview and intake" which I think is basically an orientation? I will probably start two weeks from that, as I have to give EOC notice.
Right in the middle of this is FOBcation. It looks like I will spend nine more days at the optometry office, doing my FOB shows, see my hand doctor to say "yes, cortisone works great, let's keep that up!" and then get started at Buffalo Exchange. That's what I see, anyways.
I am fucking scared. I'm excited but so, so nervous. As for the job itself, I love that it sounds like what I've always wanted; working internally and mostly solo, only dealing with the public on the rare occasion they're short on the sales floor, having my own projects to manage, running errands when needed. The things that excite me are the same things that scare me.
My coworkers and boss are near my age, give or take maybe 8-10 years and are creative types. I'm so used to being the weird kid around all my normal coworkers that that has kind of become my place, but these are people I should fit right in with, except how often has that happened in my life?
It's all bullshit excuses but I am very nervous. You're supposed to be, though, right?
I'm ready for the challenge and ready for the compromises. This is the change I have been wanting in my life and I'm finally getting it.
My second interview didn't feel nearly as smooth as the first. I'm not at all practiced in the "give an example of time you fought with a coworker/went above and beyond/disagreed with a policy but went along with it anyways" questions so every single thing was off the cuff and completely honest. I guess that method and whatever I babbled displayed what I needed.
In the two weeks before getting the official call (oh, I got a call Wednesday asking to clarify some information for my background check which was kind of a helpful hint) I had a lot of time to think about the issues with taking this job. I didn't mention it in the previous entry, but in addition to the decrease in funds, a huge issue I had to take into account was possible surgery on my hand. That problem as been such an unexpectedly fucked up roller coaster all year long that I really only have one choice regarding it: put it off as long as I can. I was doing everything I could to get it done while I was at EOC and on my mom's insurance but it became clear that I couldn't force the doctors into solving the problem that way, so while I feel like I've been being jerked around, and in that time my hand has actually gotten much worse, I'm going to have to make due. The cortisone shots do seem to help relive symptoms for a bit but I was really hoping on a permanent fix. Now, I'll just have to wait it out so I can get my position established.
So, I will be the new Store Secretary Bookkeeper (SSB) at Buffalo Exchange in Sherman Oaks. It is only about a mile from EOC, so barely further from the apartment.
Tuesday, I will go have for my "job overview and intake" which I think is basically an orientation? I will probably start two weeks from that, as I have to give EOC notice.
Right in the middle of this is FOBcation. It looks like I will spend nine more days at the optometry office, doing my FOB shows, see my hand doctor to say "yes, cortisone works great, let's keep that up!" and then get started at Buffalo Exchange. That's what I see, anyways.
I am fucking scared. I'm excited but so, so nervous. As for the job itself, I love that it sounds like what I've always wanted; working internally and mostly solo, only dealing with the public on the rare occasion they're short on the sales floor, having my own projects to manage, running errands when needed. The things that excite me are the same things that scare me.
My coworkers and boss are near my age, give or take maybe 8-10 years and are creative types. I'm so used to being the weird kid around all my normal coworkers that that has kind of become my place, but these are people I should fit right in with, except how often has that happened in my life?
It's all bullshit excuses but I am very nervous. You're supposed to be, though, right?
I'm ready for the challenge and ready for the compromises. This is the change I have been wanting in my life and I'm finally getting it.