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the end of an era

And now, the end is near and so I face my final curtain…

By the time this goes up, I am one hour in to my last day ever as a Student Assistant at SUNY Downstate Medical Center. I’m still processing.

I’ve bitched talked about this job many times on here. I was there for 12 years and at times it felt like I was there for 11 and a half years too long and sometimes I feel like I never want to leave. However, all things, good and bad must come to an end.

And that end is now.

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about it. First, my “work mom” was on vacation last week, when I gave my notice and will be back on my last day. This makes me sad. The thought of never having to drive over there again makes me so happy. Not seeing certain people (at least) twice a week makes me sad. Not seeing certain people (at least) twice a week makes me SO HAPPY.

My job at the veterinarian’s office came to an end on Sunday. My tenure as the (self-proclaimed) worst medical office receptionist is over. I have my weekends back. I won’t have to schedule another appointment for the rest of my life. I won’t have to answer the phone and hear someone whining that their dog hasn’t gone to the bathroom/eaten/blinked/barked in 5 days and they need to see the doctor RIGHT NOW (but then, when I finally give in, knowing I may get in trouble, they show up 45 mins later). The people were, for the most part, the absolute worst part of that job. And believe me, I’ve seen more dog shit, anal gland juice, and vomit than I’d like to think about. I won’t have to come home worried that I smell like animals/disinfectant. I AM JAZZED.

I feel like there’s a blog post about all of my experiences to be written, but it probably won’t be (to be quite honest). Tips on How to Not be an Insufferable Douche in the Workplace, perhaps? Or The Office is Extremely Busy, Give the Receptionist a Break. Maybe, we’ll see.

I really like my new job, so far. I like the people I work with. I have a desk (!) and my own computer (!!). I don’t have much any privacy and it’s been made pretty clear that the internet is for lunchtime use only and I’m afraid to sneak on for a prolonged amount of time, (so no blogging time) but whatever, I’ll deal.  There are a few other little things that I’m a little meh about but I’m not going to harp on them. If they really start to bother me then I know it’s time to move on. I’ve been miserable for too long at work that I’m not putting up with it anymore. So, if it becomes a fight or flight situation, I’m flying.

I officially start on Monday, August 28th, which is the day after I get home from my cousin’s bachelorette party (eek.). I’ll tell ya, this turning thirty, there’s definitely something to it. #magic.

12 years

Yesterday was my 12th anniversary at my first job. I don’t know why I’m writing this post because I really have nothing to say on the matter. I’m all about posterity, I guess.

12 years. I was seventeen, 5 months away from graduating high school, 6 months away from being legally able to buy a lottery ticket. I was bright-eyed and optimistic. 2 years. i’ll stay for 2 years. 3, tops. 

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oh, you silly, silly little girl.

Fast forward 12 years. This old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be. I feel like, in some way shape or form, I will always be on shift at this place. My eyes are less bright and the optimism pretty much gone to the wayside.

Since I’ve started working my other job, coming to this one is easier.And, if we’re being honest, vice versa. The thing about both jobs – I don’t think I could have one without the other. I think they’d both kill me slowly. This one because the people I work with (minus a select handful) and the other because of, well, a few things but maybe that’s another post. I should say, I’m not trying to be bitter. I feel like it’s coming off like I won’t be happy at any job, but with that last shred of optimism, I’ll say that’s not true. (it can’t be. for the love of God.)

Well, anyway, it’s been 12 years. My career is in 7th grade. That says alot. It’s a new year – you never know what may happen. miracles

i feel weird using this gif after i complained about the abundance of cursing lately, but, in my experience, this fits. 

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i got something to tell ya, i got news for you!

I try to be as open as I can be in this, my little space on the internet. I’ve been keeping something from you guys that I’m finally ready to announce. And, no, it’s not some nonsense that I’ve been watching the Kardashians.

i got a(new)nother job!

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Yep. So that’s why I’ve been a bit more absent than usual.

There’s so much to tell so let’s get started.

I now work in a veterinarian’s office that is walking distance from my house. Literally 10 minutes, door to door. It’s part time for now so I’m only there three days a week, two of them being Saturday and Sunday. I’m not thrilled with working the whole weekend but I’m crossing my fingers and toes that it will change eventually because, honestly, I don’t want to do it forever.

I started in April; today is my 4 month anniversary, actually. Telling my other job that I would be giving up my weekends and Mondays did not go as planned, which is par for the course in the 7th circle of hell. But, they gave me a small lunch and a dog pendant from Tiffany’s, so it wasn’t such a loss. I’m there a day and a half a week, which is more than enough. If the guy who does the schedule asks though, I’m working at my new job 5 days a week. Believe it or not, I’m getting asked to work now in the 7th circle than I was when it was my only job.tumblr_me652mT1py1ry1cmfAt the vet’s office we only service dogs and cats, although we had a turtle stay for a few days last week. As amazing as that sounds, it’s not all puppies and kittens and rainbows. On my first day, someone came in to put their dog down. So.. yea, there’s that. Did you know that when dogs get nervous they tend to pee and poop all over the place? Yep. Welcome to the waiting room. Where I sit. ALL.DAY.LONG. Don’t get me wrong, we clean it up as fast as it comes out, but smells linger. I’ve seen, smelled and heard things that I never thought I’d hear, see or smell at work. But it comes with the (marked) territory, I guess. The worst thing about dogs and cats, though? THEIR OWNERS. Sure, some are fine and understanding and patient. And some are pushy monsters. Listen, I understand that pets are like children. They’re part of the family. I GET IT. But, you have to understand that I have to answer to my boss as to why there are 15 appointment slots and we saw 20 people that day. I hate turning people away but I hate getting in trouble more.

It’s taking a lot of getting used to. The one thing I have to say about working in the seventh circle is that they took their time in training you. Or, at least they did when I started. Here, I’m not really being trained. It’s more like I get told what to do and I’m expected to remember it and do it right every time. That’s going well.

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I don’t have traditional co-workers and, to be honest, I really miss that. I’m also working in a predominantly male workplace, which is a total change from the seventh circle. Speaking of men, when I told my boss that I had found a new job and that things were changing, she said to me “This is great, but I’m a little concerned about how you’re going to meet people” So I said,” You mean, to network?” She said “Yeahhh and like SOMEONE. Like, maybe a boyfriend?” (yep. she went there.) I wanted to say to her that in the 11 years I’ve been here, although I’ve found many people attractive/funny/dateable, nothing has ever come about (which is a whole other post about how I don’t take initiative, but I digress). I assured her that I’d be on the lookout, especially since the office is in my neighborhood so you never know who will pop up. Especially people from high school who come in with their spouses and children, or people you hated growing up that you have to pretend to be an adult in front of now.

I’m doing alot of complaining but it’s not all bad. First, puppies and kittens, duh. Second, did I mention it’s walking distance from my house? Third, it’s a stepping stone out of the seventh circle. All I need is for my new boss to tell me he needs me for one more day and peace out 7C. And really, if he doesn’t, and April 2017 starts to rapidly approach, well, there’s not much keeping me there (except the fact that it’s walking distance from my house. i don’t know how i’ll give that up.) Fourth (do I have to keep numbering?), my boss is nice. Lately he seems a bit more agitated, but in general he’s nice and it’s refreshing. Fifth (guess so), although some of the pet parents suck, there are some really cool ones. I appreciate them so much.

I have a feeling this job is going to provide many blog posts so stay tuned!

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a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty.

Hey guys! Long time, no blog, I feel. There’s a bunch of interesting things going on with me right now. Some I am not even ready to talk about yet; still cooking, if you will. But, I did want to fill you in on what I could so here we go.

it has taken so long to get this post started – with editing photos and finding gifs –  i feel so out of practice.

Last week I had a meeting with someone at an employment agency. I’m not the most comfortable with going into the city by myself but I’ll do it when it is absolutely necessary and getting a new job is absolutely necessary. Armed with my MetroCard and my resume I hopped on the train and was on my way. I felt like Pee-Wee; on a big adventure.

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I had to take the train to 42nd Street/Grand Central. The train ride was faster than I anticipated so I got there much earlier than expected. This worked out in my favor because I was a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty. To combat this, I tried to put myself into my happy place (which is usually Central Park, but more on that later). I wanted to bring my camera, but decided that would be a little weird so I said a prayer to the camera phone gods that mine wouldn’t act up and took a detour to the Main Concourse for some distraction photography.

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Fun fact: the third level of the Main Concourse is an Apple store. I had no idea until I stormed up there for a better angle. They were nice about it, but I felt like I was intruding so I snapped a few shots on my non-iPhone and quickly scuttled out of there. I could have explored Grand Central for hours, but I had a potentially life-changing meeting to get to so I tore myself away.

I was still running pretty early so once I knew I was close enough to where I had to be, I found a McDonalds where I had my second iced coffee of the day. It wasn’t the best idea because too much coffee gives me the shakes, but I figured, what the hell, at least I’ll be on my toes. When I couldn’t wait/stall any longer I gathered myself and headed for my meeting. I walked in, signed in with security, hit the button for the 3rd floor, and eventually figured out that I was in the wrong building. and we’re off to a good start. Back down I went.

I walked next door, to the correct building, signed in, hit the button for the third floor and was finally on my way to new beginnings. I filled out all of the necessary paperwork and then I waited. My name was called, I was escorted to a conference room and then I waited. Over 30 minutes later, my recruiter comes in. I’m not going to go into details, but I will say that my hope was rapidly decreasing and my anxiety was rapidly increasing. That’s what happens when it is implied that you’ve lied on your resume (which i would never, ever do). As soon as I was told that I could leave, I gathered my stuff and got out of there.

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Like I said before, I wanted to bring my camera so that when I was done, I could celebrate taking this first step to emancipation by walking around Central Park taking pictures. Since I decided against bringing it and I was feeling low, I walked the other way, towards Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. I should have gone to the park because AJ from the Backstreet Boys was there with his wife and daughter. I could have asked him for a little I Want It That Way to boost my spirits. Oh well.

Anyway, I walked to Saint Pat’s because I wanted to light a candle. I love lighting candles there because they’re legitimate candles. At my local church, all you do is press a button and a light comes on. Call me crazy, but it sort of loses something. When I walked in I noticed that there was a mass going on. I figured I’d light the candle, sit for a minute and then sneak out the back. I asked the security guard when mass was over because I wanted to take pictures and the Catholic in me just couldn’t do it when the priest was giving communion. I lit my candle and decided to sit for a minute; the Catholic guilt about sneaking out was too strong. I was a bit in awe of the people walking around taking pictures in the middle of mass. Frankly, I was getting annoyed because even though I know this is not an everyday kind of experience and that most, if not all, of the photographers/gawkers were tourists, it just felt rude to me. Then I realized that I was receiving mass at Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. Granted, Cardinal Dolan wasn’t up at the altar and it seems like at lunchtime they sort of become a mass factory, but still, I had to stay. Eventually, the rituals of the mass came back to me and I found myself reciting all of the prayers from my childhood. I fit right in. When it was over and I knew there was a half an hour before the next one started, I got up and walked around a little bit. I took some pictures, but definitely want to go back with my regular camera because, STAINED GLASS.

After I left Saint Pat’s I was going to get something to eat but honestly, I was ready to go home. Luckily, the bus was on its way so I waited for it and just over an hour later, I was pulling in to my stop.

So that’s my update. I’m finally starting to take my job in my hands. The meeting might not have been what I wanted it to be but, I didn’t know what to expect at all so it is what it is. I’m going to fix my resume and send it back to them and see where that takes me. I’ll definitely keep you posted!

What’s up with you?

Let’s discuss!

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adventures in job hunting

I just  got home from a job interview. I was extremely optimistic about this one because it was almost perfect. Well, to be honest, the “Pro” column was almost equal to the “Con” column so I consider that a win. They were offering a steady salary, full medical and dental (you read that right, FULL. DENTAL.), it was about the same distance as my current job but, it’s in the opposite direction and in a better area. It all sounds too good to be true, right. I know, I thought so too.

Keep in mind though, that after my last job interview, which was at my current employer- in my current department, I found out that they had “some concerns about my interview skills” and was advised to reach out to one of my interviewers for some help. I was mortified and felt like the kid in the class who did well on papers, had excellent class participation, but just couldn’t pass the test and the teacher had to fail them. I knew I could do that job and whatever I didn’t know I could learn. I don’t doubt that my interview skills are lacking, but the fact remains that everyone involved knew I was capable of doing the job and doing it well. But, it’s over now and the new person has already started so there’s nothing I can do.

I arrived at the place with mere minutes to spare due to unexpected traffic. They ushered me into an office and let me know that “HE” would be in in a minute. OK, sure. When I dropped off my resume I was told that it would be given to “HIM” and if “HE” wanted to interview me I would receive a phone call. So now here we are, day of the interview and I still don’t know who “HE” is. They offered me a folding chair to sit in in the middle of a small office that as obviously shared by two people considering that there was a woman in there who totally ignored me the whole time. This is going well so far. Finally, my officemate must have gotten fed up with me sitting there and she left to get “HIM”. By this time I find out that “HIS” name might be Mike. Or at least, that’s what I think I heard.

Mike (let’s just go with it) finally comes in and says:

So here’s the deal. The positions have been filled because I just hired 6 people.

I kid you not.

Stunned and not wanting my face to reveal my shock and disappointment I replied:

Uh, um oh ok.

Because I’m a college graduate with a degree in communications.

He sits in front of me and continues:

Do you have a job currently?

Still stunned, but kind of thinking that maybe there’s a different position available or something:

Yes, I am employed part time at ________________ (I named the hellhole that employs me)

Nodding, Mike goes on:

Are you good with data entry?

Data entry? I’ll enter the shit out of that data. He doesn’t need specifics so I keep it simple:

Yes, I am.

Keeping on track he continues:

How many hours a week do you work?

Hmm.. maybe he’s got a part time position

It varies heavily. This week was the orientation for the new medical students so I…

He cut me off. Seriously? I’m trying to show you that I’m good with anywhere between 20 and 40 hours a week and you cut me off? I’m trying very hard to stay optimistic. He’s not making it easy. Maybe there’s another office he could place me in. Mike moves on quickly and throws another question at me:

Do you like to be on the phone?

Ahhh. Here’s where it gets tricky. I actually hate the phone. Personal calls are OK (and I use that fairly loosely), but I would really rather leave the sales calls or bill collecting calls to someone else. I’m usually the one who has to call people about their expired lockers and it really makes my stomach turn and my eyes roll. However, I need a job. Especially one that offers FULL MEDICAL AND DENTAL BENEFITS.

Um. Sure. Yes.

My parents are so proud of that communications degree. Money well spent.

Mike scribbles something on my job application, looks up and says:

I’m going to put you on a hire list. Like I said, I just hired six people so it’s all pretty new out there. I get hundreds of these a day (waving my resume and application in the air). It’s very hard to get a job here but, when you do, *sighing* we don’t lay off.

I muttered some OKs and sounds goods, shook Mike’s hand and showed myself out. To top it off as I was walking out I let out a “have a nice day” and I was met with an abrupt “bye.” from my former future co-worker.

As I sit here and write this, I’m thinking if they don’t lay off but needed to hire 6 new people and keep a hire list, the turn over rate must be extremely high. Why? It’s possible that most of the employees are students that graduate and move on. I doubt it because it doesn’t seem like the schedule is all too flexible. Is it the management? Do people just not like working there? I don’t know if I could deal with being at a job where people are miserable and if I can’t find new work, I’m stuck. Again. So maybe it’s good that nothing was immediately available. Call me crazy, or desperate, but on my way there I looked over and saw the Freedom Tower and all of a sudden “Philadelphia Freedom” came on the radio. I took both things as a sign that I was headed for freedom from the clutches of my old job.

Too dramatic?

Well, I guess I’ll keep on trucking. Wish me luck!

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