Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Gainfully-ish Employed

this blog has turned into a movie/book trope of the character who is murdered / goes missing. The one the left you saying: "There's no way anyone would blog about that much stuff/update that much on Twitter/this is so lame." turns out it's not lame. well... okay, it is. but it is also realistic. 


I have a job!

It took me the longest it has ever taken me (save for that first 13-16 years where I was taking a few years off to childhood). I started my search in the brewery, tattoo receptionist and CBD caregiver game and eventually landed on: part-time bank teller. Quite the journey. The reason for this: J has a full time 8-5 Monday through Friday and he suggested that I get a job with weekends / holidays / nights off so that I don't forget what he looks like. Also: insurance is good. (Always thinking, that J!) So I swapped my soul-feeding, body-killing, no-insurance-giving search for one where I could go to the dentist every once in a while. I honestly don't think I would care much either way because: it's part-time! Nothing matters when you're part-time. You can have whatever personality you want and be responsible for as little as they will allow you because: it's only for a few days a week. 

My training was very long, but not taxing. Mostly a lot of sitting in a quiet room, behind a closed door, watching training vids and participating in virtual classes. This would have been my complete undoing, after so many months of doing exactly what I wanted and only socializing with my partner, but I had something with me. The best tool, according to Nicholas Angel; my notebook. 

I have gotten in trouble for reading on the job. I have gotten in trouble for checking my phone on the job. But I have yet to get any flack for writing in my notebook on this particular job. It's perfect: I can take notes on actual job information, jot down any questions I have for later (while someone is teaching the class). I can also write down any thoughts / ideas I have for stories, blogs, dinners for the week, events I want to remind J of - I can plan my whole week! I always have something to write. And having a notebook to plan in might be archaic, but when the alternative is not relaxing/getting in trouble with your phone or ...nothing? I feel as though it is a fine tool, indeed. 

It is wild just how long the days feel there - here I am working 20 hours a week and I am still missing J, missing my kitchen, missing "home". Which brings me to the quick thought: how do any of us find time to get upset with our friends or partners when we are working full time? I know I have done it. Doesn't it seem as though we would simply just be relieved to be around them? 40 hours of working hard for the money and you aren't just happy to be home? Of course then I figure that working 40 hours is (at the very least) twice as stressful as working 20, so I suppose that puts us all at a disadvantage for good moods. I guess it would likely come down to your down-time / how you would want to spend it, at that point. Let's say, for example, you came home, wanted to work on a project you had going for the house. But upon arriving you find out that your partner has made an incredible mess / not cleaned it / now you can't chill and further more that's not very respectful and... Okay. I answered my own question. 

One last parting shot: 

I will say I wish the job application descriptions online were honest. They always romanticize the job to the point where I have no idea what the actual tasks/duties/daily work will even look like. Is it in an office? A warehouse? A greenhouse? Will I be working mostly alone? With co-workers? Or is it mainly customer-based? Will I be answering a phone? The front door? Personal ads? How often? It's nice to know this place has "good benefits", but what are they? What am I getting paid? Am I getting paid? 

It's not overwhelming; it's fast-paced.
It's not unfair workload; we don't like titles. 
It's not a scripted, soul-crushing, white-elephant-selling call-center; it's customer service. With incentives. 

Just once I would like to see:

Data Entry job. 
Will be left alone by co-workers and customers alike. In fact: no socializing necessary (no extroverts, please). Simply a once-a-week email to supervisor. Can listen to music while working as long as work gets done. No phone-answering. No front-door recptionist-ing. You will be working in a basement. (Woman-owned business, don't worry/nothing creepy.) Mostly it's just you and your computer. Just typing away and entering data, as the job title implies. You will be expected to clock in promptly at 8am. You will likely spend the morning scrolling on your phone and drinking coffee and eating your lunch you packed too early. But we won't notice unless your work doesn't get done. You do you.
M-F, 8-5. PT: 20 hrs / FT: 40 hrs. Holidays off because we don't want to pay you to be here. It's not worth it. I mean come on; there are no customers to talk to. 

Tell me what I want to know, right? This is what I came here for. 


I do think that's about it for now... thanks for reading my non-verbal processing. 

5 Year Check-In

 I think it is time to call attention to the fact that I have had this bloody thing since 2017.

five years. 

FIVE!

Automatically I am drawn to the fact that I have also been vegan for five years. This is also about the time I got Jasper, the best car in the whole wide world (and my current whip). What else was i doing five years ago? What else did I discover? What else have I kept up with / kept a healthy/good/decent relationship with? What else has helped me grow into the person I almost always like being around (It's very nearly always, but we all have those days when we're sick of ourselves)?


My first post: "TAXES 2017"
Posted: March 10th, 2017

According to my instagram, the 10th was the day after I visited Liquid Riot Brewery for the first time and day before I was spoiled with a delicious blueberry oatmeal breakfast (complete with fresh fruit and homemade booch). This is very important. (No it isn't.) (But it did help me better-place my timeline.)


I was living in Maine, roomin' with the old lady (love you, Ma) and so wholly unaware of the adventures to come. I had paid my dues and made good my escape from North Conway New Hampshire a mere two years prior. I was about to have my last day at one of the best/worst restaurant jobs I have ever had. I was about to have my birthday. 


I have since gotten out of the service industry (it always feels like a "for now", but you never know). I have since left Maine and set sails for New York, for love. I have since made the best friend I have ever had and ever will have and, quite frankly, don't know how I was living without them all those years prior. I have published the stories I began writing in my mother's kitchen. lived through (still living through) the oddest couple of years with the pandemic. I have worked in the Chamber of Commerce, a frame shop, a law firm and now a bank. I have allowed my love for writing and yoga and cooking to take over me. I have become braver. I have explored. 


I see my past self as a precious thing; one to take care of, forgive and protect. I see my future self as a mythical creature; one to not rush, to daydream of meeting one day. And I see my present self as a badge of honor; one to wear with pride and celebrate. To remind me of what I have made out of what I found / fought for / was given. To represent what I am made of.