Thursday, February 4, 2010

So I Grumbled... A Lot...

I did. When the merger was happening I grumbled a lot. And I feel it was rightfully so because, to be frank, I had the best job in the world. I'm sure there are people out there that would disagree and argue with me that I was full of shit, but as it stood, I had the best job in the world.

The best job in the world for me.

And I was heartbroken. That job was the squishy landing pad that I went to every day in the months and few years following the death of my son.

It wasn't my home away from home. It was just my other home.

I always knew what I was walking into. There were no politics, only smiling faces. And while you can't like everybody, I have managed to be surrounded by truly kind and talented people for the last almost four years.

I was crushed.

It's begrudgingly that I admit to you that I am happy in my new job. I'm not only surrounded by those same wonderfully talented people, but I'm now surrounded by over 200 other talented people.

Who all dress better than I do.

They probably smell better too, I'm not sure, I think if I sniff them at this point, I might never get the chance to sniff again.

I'm kidding.

Mostly.

So yeah, I was a little titty baby because I complained about losing the awesome place that I worked in where we could bring our dogs to work and we had a keg. Where we had a pool table and hobos in the alleyway.

What's the trade off? What did I end up with?

Well, I'm still a titty baby, but now, I'm a titty baby that does not have dogs in the office anymore. I do have the ability to watch TV on my Mac at my desk. And I no longer have a keg in the office, I now have four. No longer do I have a pool table in my office, I have to settle for ping pong. And hobos... Don't get me started. Less hobos, more strippers. We are right across the street from a strip club where the guys start lining up at 10:00 am to get inside.

I also get to work with an awesome Motion Graphics and FX department. And I have resources galore and some crazy amazing clients, that I'm sure you know, with commercials that my company created that I know you've seen.

That's me...

Titty baby.

PS. I have yet to find the zombie department.

I'm pretty sure it has to exist though.

And the Journey department. Or maybe Foreigner.

I already found the techy nerdy guy that walks around in the Joy Division T-Shirt.

3 comments:

Miss Yvonne said...

Listen, strip clubs have great lunch specials. Just sayin'.

Also? If you have a Journey department, you pretty much work in the best company on the planet. Nothing beats Journey. NOTHING.

Gypsy said...

Ice cream. You forgot about the ice cream. Poor you.

Blues said...

awesome. I thought I liked my job but now that I read this, I'm changing my mind.