So, I think you know my job is part-time. Again. I was looking for full time, and I would have held out for that if I had been getting unemployment. But...well...you know that story.
A full time position just opened up at another branch close by. I love my branch because it's close to the apartment, and I love my coworkers because they're pretty much awesome. But I applied. After having my boss at my last job tell me (after two years) that he thought I was okay with being part time (I'd been vocal about being full time fairly often during my time there), I'm determined that they know I want to be full time. No repeats!
So, promotion is usually from within, and usually on a seniority-based...um...basis. Needless to say, I'm fairly low on that totem pole. But who knows! Perhaps by this time next month I could be working full time (and then I'd have benefits AND be eligible for marriage)!
So, some of you might know that the town in which I live is the town where a certain supermodel grew up.
My old boss went to high school with her and said she was pretty and smart and athletic...all those things that make you want to grind a person's face in the dirt because they're so friggin' perfect! Or is that just me?
Anywho...Tuesday's meeting was pretty standard (as if I've ever been to a business meeting...), talking about profits and bonuses and new products, etc. etc. etc. This woman stands up to receive an award for bringing in a huge customer. I think to myself, "She looks kind of severe...and orange."
The next day we're talking about the meeting, and the woman who is training me says, "You know that's Cindy Crawford's mother, right?"
No joke! I totally bashed Cindy Crawford's mother in my head...whoops!
Apparently I work with Cindy Crawford's mother...how about that?
[insert photo of me in a tie which I can't seem to find and might not actually have here]
So, I've been conducting an experiment since I started job hunting. Whenever I'm out and I'm wearing a tie, I pay close attention to how I'm treated. It's extremely interesting, when compared to how the same people treat me when I'm wearing street clothes.
Now that I'm wearing a tie to work every day, I've been being treated SO MUCH BETTER by everyone around me. It makes me want to wear a tie everywhere I go. Service is better. People are more polite. And best of all, I feel like a million bucks!
And here I thought wearing a tie every day would make me feel like a tool. Guess not!
Our bank abbreviates everything, apparently. So everyone was talking about CAD. And I was like, "Computer Aided Drafting?"
No, no, no.
Customer Appreciation Day! It's the second Friday of each month, and we provide breakfast, lunch, and a snack in the afternoon. It's apparently quite a spread!
They keep telling me how well this bank feeds its employees (and customers)...it sounds too good to be true! Anywho, I'm skipping breakfast at home in favor of having something there. Oh, and I get to attend my first sales meeting today...sort of as a fly on the wall, just to see how it works.
So it should be interesting...and tonight? I'm going to see Andy Davis with my friend Sabrina on her birthday! We try to see him every time he comes to Chicago. Check him out:
Mark this down, folks. This may be the only time in my life I get an hour-long lunch break! The woman who is training me had a meeting, so she took an hour. So...I had the option of taking an hour at home, too. Thinking I might never see this opportunity again, I took it!
Now I'm just looking for a way to spend this hour...I already ate. It took me about seven minutes.
I get to actually start working today. Well, training...
Last night Robb laughed at me about my pants until he couldn't breathe, and then we went to buy new pants. They're not nearly as cute as the old ones, but they don't have holes where there shouldn't be holes, so...that's good. Pray that my outfit today has no major snafus.
Black shirt, grey pants, lavender tie...that I almost threw across the room last night after working on getting it tied for almost an hour. Ugh. I keep thinking I'll get better with practice, but it doesn't seem to be getting any easier. I have to tie them the night before I wear them, otherwise I'd probably be late for work trying to get them to come out right.
Well, after working all day yesterday (read: riding around in a car all day, going to lunch, and signing some papers) I was surprisingly exhausted. Drained. And today? On my feet all day. Seven hours. It's funny how quickly your body adapts to doing NOTHING all day.
We were at lunch after touring every branch this bank has, and the woman in charge, as we were leaving, says, "I just wanted to tell you you split your pants."
Big 'ol tear running down the butt...and I had been to EVERY branch...and now I wonder how many of them I was in with my undies showing...and NO ONE TOLD ME! At least I had the cute green and gray argyle ones on today...
Sunday night, Robb and I were talking on the way home from our Gay Christian Men's Group (that's the title...not so catchy. I kind of want to kick myself in the face every time I say it...), and he said to me, "It's gonna be a long week."
"Why?" I asked, probably arching an eyebrow.
"Avenue Q is on Friday!"
We're going to see the show this Friday! HOORAY! You may recall the "adult sesame street" videos I posted a while back...that's from the show. Amazing stuff! I'm so excited. But I didn't agree that the week would feel long. I figured it would race by like all my weeks.
Then I got the phone call that I start work on Monday! Now the week really is dragging...especially with the last Campus Ministries church service of the year tonight, summer volleyball starting tomorrow along with caramel cashew custard at Ollie's, and Mother's Day on Sunday (which I finally got a gift for at Goodwill).
It seems like the end of a chapter in my life...a short chapter, but a chapter nonetheless. I was unemployed, going to church on Wednesday nights, and not having anything to do on Thursday nights...and waiting anxiously for this show. Now, after Sunday, I'll be starting a new chapter...one of ties and shirts, of money and sales goals, of Thursday nights in the sand and Wednesday nights at home...
So, I'm awake. I have been awake since six o'clock-ish, when the boy got up to go to work. The second I woke up, my brain started compiling a to-do list for the day, a what-if list for the month, and a what-the-hell-am-I-gonna-wear list for my upcoming job.
Today I need to go to the dry cleaner. I've got a single shirt that needs a wash. I'll probably take some sweaters in, too, just so I don't look like a stupid person going in with ONE shirt.
I need to go shopping. I own two ties. One is black. One is white. There isn't a heck of a lot you can wear a white tie with. Well, maybe that's not true...but there isn't a heck of a lot I will wear a white tie with. Also, every tie I seem to buy ends up being too long. I tie it perfectly, and the extra tie that hangs out behind the actual tie always hangs down past the tip. Damn my short torso! So...I'm a little apprehensive about that. Can you shorten a tie? I just want to snip it off...because there's NOTHING else to do with it. Any solutions?
It's long sleeves, a collar, and a tie every day from here on out. No casual Saturdays. And now I work two Sundays a month. I've never had to regularly wear a tie. I don't mind it. I just have more tie issues than most people. Do ties come in different sizes? I don't even know...
Maybe the boy will take me to the Gap where I can buy a sweet white dress shirt. I don't have one of those. And I wouldn't mind getting some slim khakis. The ones I own make me look like a middle schooler on picture day...
And this is what keeps me awake in the morning...but I should get used to it.
That's right. After my gorgeous day on my bike, where I both ran into people I love AND was called hot, I came home to a quiet house. I got online. I updated my Myspace page, for some reason....and then...
Guess who got a very important phone call.
Guess who has a job!
Guess who is making money in the double digits?! For the first time EVER!!! Oh my gosh. I'm so happy I could pee a little. I think the boy and I are going out to celebrate tonight whether he wants to or not! WA-HOOO!!!! We're having Chinese tonight.
Thus far I've graduated college with an English degree (read: I work in a bank), come out to friends and family (read: I'm gay), accompanied my boyfriend of seven years to all kinds of sweet events (read: I'm taken), and managed not to make too many enemies in the whole process. Life is...