People keep asking me about my new job. Now that I've been here for a month and feel fairly certain that they like me and stuff, I feel more comfortable telling you all about it. I'm working for a builder doing marketing. That means I do all of our blogging, manage our Facebook/Twitter/Etc. accounts, and design our print materials. I'm really lucky to be working for a great company and also really lucky that the real estate market in this area has not been decimated by the economy.
Plus, my office is in one of the model homes and let's just talk about how that is a total step up from the job that I took two months ago where some drunk guy walked in and relieved himself on the floor in front of me. Which I might could have endured if the manager hadn't told me how frequently I should expect that to happen. And that frequency was not "very rarely" but more like "often" which, by the way, was totally not in the job description.
I barely lasted one day at that job. Actually, I lasted exactly two hours before I drove to Jeff's work in tears on my lunch break and stumbled into his office babbling about how I'd just been scarred for life. I really think I'm owed some sort of worker's comp for the recurring nightmares.
I definitely miss working in the scrapbooking industry but I'm enjoying the slower pace and extra family time. Plus it's freed me up to start doing some freelance projects and that is something I am completely stoked about. It was a tumultous path here (See: naked urinating man) but I feel really peaceful and balanced right now.
