Decomposerdoll aka Sara Dunn - A New Addition To The Family, 2012 Paintings: Acrylics on Red Paper
Who lives on the Funny Farm under the sea?
— happy drummergirl
So DH goes into a meeting yesterday with his boss.
His contracting assignment will be ending effective June 1, not resulting in a hire.
Budget issues. Yeah flippin’ right.
How much more can this guy take before this job bullshit ends?
I’m a Web artist at work. I enjoy my job and have a reputation as being extremely detail-oriented and reliable. That’s cool.
A project was heaped on our department by the publisher and the sales reps have been selling space to clients for publication. Guess who was asked to execute the data entry?
Yup. So this Web artist kicked in on data entry, because that is my work ethic. To date, there have been over 100 orders.
This thing has ruled my work life for almost a week. Ballz wallz. Checking and re-checking. Following up. Yeah buddy, it’s going damn swimmingly.
So I left the office two hours early last Friday to attend a family wedding that evening. Apparently there was a champagne shindig for this project after I had gone.
The deadline for the project isn’t even until Wednesday. Why would they pop one several days before the damn thing is even put to bed?
They couldn’t have waited until all staff involved were present??
When I found out, I felt incensed but immediately told myself Don’t be a baby, just continue work on it and go home at the end of the day knowing you did your best. And I re-focused on my task.
Still, thanks a fuck ton, folks.
There is something so damn festive about a Chef’s Special Sushi On a Boat.
Artfully prepared, chock-full of goodness, and so pleasing to the eye.
This is what we’d looked forward to, for such a long time, during DH’s struggles with searching for work in this economy.
For so long, his previous position was like a bleeding ulcer and a migraine rolled in one. It was horrible—the environment, the micro-managing and the incessant prodding no matter how well he did. It was torture to get up in the morning and face another day in that cage.
Sunday nights were a freakin’ bear.
For us, that Sushi Boat (a splurge) is seldom enjoyed; it usually means something incredibly wonderful has happened to one of us (read: new job). A ceremonious toast with my Sapphire martini and his Macallan is followed by a gleeful flourish of the chopsticks. Spirits are buoyant, conversation is light and the enjoyment is tremendous.
Last night, we were Captain and First Mate of that boat.
To see DH’s face as he describes his new job is a complete 180 from just a matter of months ago. He is enjoying his first week at the company, is encouraged by the feedback, is learning at a good clip and finally feels the satisfaction that has eluded him for such a long time.
My feelings of relief are significant. While we’ll never be wealthy, we will be comfortable. A happy husband makes that all the sweeter.
DH had another interview late this morning following the company’s verifying his references.
They discussed the particulars of the job and a long term overview. This would be a six-month temp-to-hire contract. The meeting ended on a positive note, again.
Two hours ago, DH got the call from his recruiter:
HE GOT THE JOB!
Starting February 25, DH will be a Senior Systems Specialist, with one person reporting to him. He will be managing projects and learning new technology. Once he goes permanent, all the typical benefits kick in. The contractor salary is competitive, and it will rise upon hiring.
What wonderful news, and on Valentine’s Day. Tonight’s dinner will be even more special. I am so proud of him. His hard work with IT Security and his CCNA studies and all his experience have paid off big.
You did it, my love!