love like winter
on tuesday i went to my first work social type event.
after my second official day of working...
my new company does drunken socials at least once a month... and it's nothing compared to the massive yearly parties and other special events that happen.
i was quite clearly informed by several people that unless i drank excessively and made an ass of myself, i wasn't going to fit in.
open bar isn't a treat, it's damn near mandatory.
smokers are in fine company.
there are no words to describe how hard this warmed the cockles of my heart.
maybe even below the cockles.
maybe in the sub-cockle region.
i don't know.
but i think i've finally found my place in the working world.
my previous place of long term employment gave me an overwhelming sense of not fitting in.
it was a place that frowned openly on smoking... it forbid me to show even a speck of my tattoos... it had people that gave me the stink-eye when i reached for a second glass of wine.
my stories fell flat and eventually were outright ignored.
pretty much no one knew me or cared to. and most people didn't like me.
the stamp "does not fit in" clearly visible on my forehead.
my new place of employment handed me drink tickets when i walked in and made me do shots and tell jokes infront of everyone.
they tell stories of drinking until 5am on work trips and getting up at 8am for a conference and starting it all over again.
they have fun. they laugh and tell crude jokes and stories.
they love their jobs. each and every one of them.
*i* love my job.
i know it's not going to all be drunken fun and gallivanting around the planet...
it's hard work and a lot of stress and knowledge to acquire...
but i'm okay with that.
as long as i know that there's payoff for working my ass off, i will happily do it.
if i get to play my hardest, i'll work my hardest too.
and beyond the mandatory party mentality... i'm just so happy to be surrounded by my people.
people just like me.
people that i can tell inappropriate stories to and hear even better ones back.
people that i don't have to censor for.
the feeling of not having to measure and moderate my words is beyond anything i could say.
after the last few years of hitting rock bottom personally and truly questioning whether there was a place for me where i could ever feel this way... i found it.
i quite literally have found my dream job.
my dream life.
i can't recall ever feeling like everything was going so right for me...
being so sure, without any hesitation that i was in the right place.
it's everything i ever needed.
it's a challenging job that makes me use my brain, my knowledge, my art of bullshitting...
it's the perfect balance of structure and freedom.
i get to converse with people, i laugh and tell stories...
the weeks i've spent laying on beaches have become more than faded tans, they're work experience.
future weeks spent on beaches will be the same.
instead of waking up dreading heading into work... i wake up dreaming about moving up in the company.
i want to work there forever.
be a lifer.
there's a whole lot of them.
so yes, i'm in love with my new job and my company.
there is a reason they are consistently voted in the top companies to work for in canada.
it's because they kick ass.
and if you're interested... there's a referral plan, and i'd be happy to put your name forward so you can adore your job too.
after my second official day of working...
my new company does drunken socials at least once a month... and it's nothing compared to the massive yearly parties and other special events that happen.
i was quite clearly informed by several people that unless i drank excessively and made an ass of myself, i wasn't going to fit in.
open bar isn't a treat, it's damn near mandatory.
smokers are in fine company.
there are no words to describe how hard this warmed the cockles of my heart.
maybe even below the cockles.
maybe in the sub-cockle region.
i don't know.
but i think i've finally found my place in the working world.
my previous place of long term employment gave me an overwhelming sense of not fitting in.
it was a place that frowned openly on smoking... it forbid me to show even a speck of my tattoos... it had people that gave me the stink-eye when i reached for a second glass of wine.
my stories fell flat and eventually were outright ignored.
pretty much no one knew me or cared to. and most people didn't like me.
the stamp "does not fit in" clearly visible on my forehead.
my new place of employment handed me drink tickets when i walked in and made me do shots and tell jokes infront of everyone.
they tell stories of drinking until 5am on work trips and getting up at 8am for a conference and starting it all over again.
they have fun. they laugh and tell crude jokes and stories.
they love their jobs. each and every one of them.
*i* love my job.
i know it's not going to all be drunken fun and gallivanting around the planet...
it's hard work and a lot of stress and knowledge to acquire...
but i'm okay with that.
as long as i know that there's payoff for working my ass off, i will happily do it.
if i get to play my hardest, i'll work my hardest too.
and beyond the mandatory party mentality... i'm just so happy to be surrounded by my people.
people just like me.
people that i can tell inappropriate stories to and hear even better ones back.
people that i don't have to censor for.
the feeling of not having to measure and moderate my words is beyond anything i could say.
after the last few years of hitting rock bottom personally and truly questioning whether there was a place for me where i could ever feel this way... i found it.
i quite literally have found my dream job.
my dream life.
i can't recall ever feeling like everything was going so right for me...
being so sure, without any hesitation that i was in the right place.
it's everything i ever needed.
it's a challenging job that makes me use my brain, my knowledge, my art of bullshitting...
it's the perfect balance of structure and freedom.
i get to converse with people, i laugh and tell stories...
the weeks i've spent laying on beaches have become more than faded tans, they're work experience.
future weeks spent on beaches will be the same.
instead of waking up dreading heading into work... i wake up dreaming about moving up in the company.
i want to work there forever.
be a lifer.
there's a whole lot of them.
so yes, i'm in love with my new job and my company.
there is a reason they are consistently voted in the top companies to work for in canada.
it's because they kick ass.
and if you're interested... there's a referral plan, and i'd be happy to put your name forward so you can adore your job too.
Posted by vancityrockgirl at 2/4/2010 8:14 AM 
Categories: work and being an adult,Travel,general good times
Categories: work and being an adult,Travel,general good times
wow ... that sounds like a pretty special. i'm VERY happy for you. truly! life is so much better when you not only love what you're doing but doing it at a place that you love. perfection!
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Dude, that's the way to make it ahead in the world. At my company there are four requirements: 1) awesome shoes. 2) smoke cigarettes. 3) drink. 4) hold your liquor. I think I'm going far at this place. : )
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Dude. I want a job.
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