|Where the hell have you been?
||[Nov. 21st, 2007|09:13 am]
Help, I've been taken prisoner in cubeland!|
I know, I've WHAT?!
Yes, I'm going to miss the freedom, the independence, being the only a-hole in the room...but, my knees and other physical issues were making it apparent that really, I needed to find something that paid me to use my brains, while sitting in a chair. The stress of worrying that if I hurt myself -- sprained an ankle, broke an arm -- I'd be out of work, was killing me. No big deal if it's just me, in an apartment -- but with a mortgage and five furkids depending on me...ugh.
I'll still keep on two regular clients and keep doing parties and things for other clients, but I was really ready to trade in uncertainty and freedom for a steady paycheck, great benefits and being paid for my brain and expertise, rather than my ability to stand on my feet for 8 hours, lift heavy boxes of equipment and generate meatloaves.
Not to mention, the loads of lj material that this opportunity will provide!
I'm working for a company called Acompany, negotiating and managing large contracts of food and related items for the hotel, restaurant, and cruise industry. (For example, I have a pile of bids on my desk right now for Marriott International's coffee business.)
I've been offline for personal stuff, as I try to get used to office lights, recirculated air, staring at documents/monitors all day. Not to mention, being surrounded by people talking and talking at me, for hours at a time.
And of course, I'm sort of feral, having been outside of an office for the past 8 years. Wow, phones have changed. And I've never worked in a cube before. The facilities guy wanted to know if my cube was set up the way I liked. Where's my cone of silence and access to outside air were the first things I thought of, but as to how it's arranged...I'm going to have to stay late one night or come in early and look at everyone else's cube to see if there's a layout I prefer. How the hell do I know -- my office the last 8 years has been sandwiched between the closet and the dog bed.
Well, contracts await....