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Another day, another benadryl.
Oct. 3rd, 2006 06:39 pmI haven't said much about my new job, have I? It's not because I don't like it, believe me. The work is keeping me busy, and the challenges come in not as tasks I find it difficult to complete fully (which was definitely the case when I was a software tester; no one can think of everything when testing, and there's an unspoken pressure to think of everything) but merely as a time-oriented deadline: I have a week to get all this done; I must make it happen! And so far it has, and I am pleased, and they are pleased and we are all pleased, and I think it just might work out.
Added to that, the company itself has an excellent reputation, both around town and with its employees, as being a company that takes good care of its people. There is a perception that my company is the company you go to when you want the old-fashioned sort of company that keeps your insurance free and your happiness in mind, and that's worth something, definitely. Add to that the fact that this office is the least competitive, most conflict-free office I've worked for in years, and I think I'm honestly going to be very happy here. I may not make quite as much money here as I was making as a tester, but I'll make my bills, keep myself in frivolous supplies, and eventually I know I'll catch up, because this is a company that gives raises regular-like, and generously. After three weeks, I'm feeling settled in, in a way I never was, quite, in my last job.
The only problem is that I'm so used to not getting calls that sometimes it takes me a second to register that the phone at my desk is ringing! With a call for me! As HR director, I feel I'd better learn to hear it a little better.
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Here's a story about my workplace:
One of the men who works here is a compulsive liar. And what I mean by that is that he probably fudges little details of his life all the time, but he also tells enormous lies potentially embarrassing to the company. When his wife died several years ago (and for the record, he definitely told me his wife was still alive), the company had to call the hospital to confirm her death, because they'd been led to believe she was dead before (once, they tried to organize a blood drive for her, and she turned up completely healthy, and kind of furious at her husband, to thank them). And he's been reprimanded for worse than that. But they keep him on, because he works hard and he's been there for years, and everyone will tell you that you can't believe a word he says, but they say it with such obvious affection in their voices that you can't help but think that this is a company that forgives human frailty, you know?
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Also, I am wondering tonight if it's possible to die from poison ivy. I've had it for week now, and it's spreading slowly, and the thing that is killing me is not the itchiness, though I do itch terribly, all the time. The thing that is killing me is quelling the impulse to scratch. I am not made of willpower, damn it! I was underblessed in that category! HOW LONG WILL I HAVE TO ENDURE THIS TORTURE I ASK YOU.
Added to that, the company itself has an excellent reputation, both around town and with its employees, as being a company that takes good care of its people. There is a perception that my company is the company you go to when you want the old-fashioned sort of company that keeps your insurance free and your happiness in mind, and that's worth something, definitely. Add to that the fact that this office is the least competitive, most conflict-free office I've worked for in years, and I think I'm honestly going to be very happy here. I may not make quite as much money here as I was making as a tester, but I'll make my bills, keep myself in frivolous supplies, and eventually I know I'll catch up, because this is a company that gives raises regular-like, and generously. After three weeks, I'm feeling settled in, in a way I never was, quite, in my last job.
The only problem is that I'm so used to not getting calls that sometimes it takes me a second to register that the phone at my desk is ringing! With a call for me! As HR director, I feel I'd better learn to hear it a little better.
:::
Here's a story about my workplace:
One of the men who works here is a compulsive liar. And what I mean by that is that he probably fudges little details of his life all the time, but he also tells enormous lies potentially embarrassing to the company. When his wife died several years ago (and for the record, he definitely told me his wife was still alive), the company had to call the hospital to confirm her death, because they'd been led to believe she was dead before (once, they tried to organize a blood drive for her, and she turned up completely healthy, and kind of furious at her husband, to thank them). And he's been reprimanded for worse than that. But they keep him on, because he works hard and he's been there for years, and everyone will tell you that you can't believe a word he says, but they say it with such obvious affection in their voices that you can't help but think that this is a company that forgives human frailty, you know?
:::
Also, I am wondering tonight if it's possible to die from poison ivy. I've had it for week now, and it's spreading slowly, and the thing that is killing me is not the itchiness, though I do itch terribly, all the time. The thing that is killing me is quelling the impulse to scratch. I am not made of willpower, damn it! I was underblessed in that category! HOW LONG WILL I HAVE TO ENDURE THIS TORTURE I ASK YOU.
