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