Work has become interesting again. You must be wondering, "how interesting, Genius?" Interesting enough that I am wearing office clothes to work again instead of a t-shirt and shorts. I have done a lot for the office, but most of it has just been the standard stuff for my position. The two real contributions I have made have been equipment. I stubbornly refused to follow my boss' order to stop researching credit card machines and have purchased three for the office that have already saved of tens of thousands of dollars in transaction fees and temp costs. I have also purchased booth lights that help us in our exhibit space at the conferences. Both of these things have helped the company look more professional at our conference and improved the quality of the experience. Also, they made me look good.
We are going through a rough patch at the office and the CEO has been out on "vacation" for the last two months and will likely be out until August. This leaves us in a tight spot since we need to start planning our conference. Also, our extra sales have been sagging badly. Our individual sales are down to 10% of 2005 numbers. I have wanted to get a full sales website set up since I started working for this company and now it looks like I am going to get my wish. I asked one of our design people about it and he directed me to our website designer. This project is going to be my baby for the next few months and when it is done, it will be a great revenue source and a fine point on my resume. Hell, it's only 10 more months until my next salary negotiation and this will be huge.
If it works.
People blather on about how every job is what you make it and blah blah blah. Maybe with the boss out and a new motiviation, I can finally cross #7 off my list of things to do before I die.
#7: Perform a succesful coup d'etat.
Do it. Take over the office and pod cast it!
This revolution will not be podcast.
I once had a boyfriend who was a writer of some acclaim. While we were dating, a comment was misunderstood and rumor begain to circulate that he was dead.
Eventually the rumor made it's way into a magazine article and he didn't answer his phone for a week just to see what people would say about him posthumously.
I told him that I thought it was wonderful, seeing as how I could finally cross "necrophilia" off my thing-to-do-before-i-turn-thirty list.
How long did it take for rigor mortis to set in?
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