I am officially a full-time employee.
After a month of building my confidence, contracting at a warm and fuzzy family-like mortgage company, I am now staking my claim to a cubby on the third floor of a very cool office building in King of Prussia. The company leasing this building develops and maintains ecommerce sites for a variety of different retail entities. I'm doing some graphic design for these sites. I suppose you could say it's the icing on the career cake I've been baking for the last five years or so. I'm pretty psyched.
For one thing, I can wear flip flops and listen to music while I work. Sweet. If I am starting to sound like Eric Cartman it's because so far, things are pretty ideal. I know it won't be all roses and rainbows, but this is kind of a dream come true. Here's why:
My customer service skills are to die for, and I can be patient long after others have given up. Perhaps it's the masochist in me, I don't know, but I rock the client relations. And I don't like it one bit. I hate calling people and taking calls. I've mellowed enough in the last decade so that I don't die when I have to do it. There was a time when I swore up and down that I would not work jobs where I had to call people or answer phones and I even vaguely recall my inability to keep it to myself in interviews despite how ignorant I might have sounded.
And now I'm in the position where I don't have to answer phones or help customers directly.
Am I pinching myself? Absolutely. My own cubby for the first time in years, funky cool people with tattoos and decent taste in entertainment, great food and perks...I'm the king of the world!
No I'm not. I am amazing though...
I was thinking tonight, that my body is looking better and better. Then I realized what my body did over a year ago. Along with an eyedropper or so full of my husband's DNA, my body created another human being. A little boy who now says "Elmo", "All done", "Out", "Knock knock"(a variation really(ock ock), but it counts. A little boy who; is learning how to put on shoes, can hold a spoon pretty darn well, runs, draws, tries to read books, rides on the tractor with his dad, pretends to drive our cars, puts on my sunglasses and may actually be forming a real relationship with Mack. He'll be in school in no time and I'll be wondering where the years went.
Halloween is in 16 days, my birthday's in 13 and U2 is in 2.
Tick tick tick tick...
