I don't really know how to explain it but yesterday, in the middle of an hour and a half meeting I found myself...well interested and involved. It was at that point that I allowed myself to admit that I really want this job. I like working for this VP. We have a good rapport; not too serious not too jokey. The work is satisfying and I feel important because I'm the right hand man to "the man" and to get to him they have to come through me. I'm starting to get him organized and I can tell he's appreciative. Not only does he tell me to my face but I overhear him telling other people.
This past week he caught one of the computer geeks walking by (I know, politically incorrect but really...that's what they are. I wish I was a computer geek. They get paid a lot of money for their geekness.) and he told him to set me up with a "computer ID". Now I feel he could have asked anyone with "permanent status" to do the little updating tasks he was trying to get me to do. My little overactive brain likes to believe that he wouldn't be taking this step if I wasn't almost in the door.
And during that meeting yesterday, I was looking at the woman who stands to inherit my job and she was complete disengaged from the situation. She spent the majority of the time staring down at the pen she was rolling between her fingers. I actually gave input to the meeting. Me. Input. To a meeting. In an office. Where people work and stuff.
I don't know what kind of spell has come over me but hopefully I don't wake up 2 years from now in the middle of this job and say, "Wha?! Where'd my stage go? My costumes? My opening night parties?!!" I probably will, but for the time being, I'm enjoying myself.
This past week he caught one of the computer geeks walking by (I know, politically incorrect but really...that's what they are. I wish I was a computer geek. They get paid a lot of money for their geekness.) and he told him to set me up with a "computer ID". Now I feel he could have asked anyone with "permanent status" to do the little updating tasks he was trying to get me to do. My little overactive brain likes to believe that he wouldn't be taking this step if I wasn't almost in the door.
And during that meeting yesterday, I was looking at the woman who stands to inherit my job and she was complete disengaged from the situation. She spent the majority of the time staring down at the pen she was rolling between her fingers. I actually gave input to the meeting. Me. Input. To a meeting. In an office. Where people work and stuff.
I don't know what kind of spell has come over me but hopefully I don't wake up 2 years from now in the middle of this job and say, "Wha?! Where'd my stage go? My costumes? My opening night parties?!!" I probably will, but for the time being, I'm enjoying myself.
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... and that my dear is all that matters, is that you are happy and enjoying going to work every day (or almost everyday) ... this week I've had a hard time being there any day!
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