At my first job in California, they had a technical path that went up through architect and stuff like that to a salary level equivalent to the lowest of the VP bracket, and also a management path. Not many people went up through architect, but I sure did. I managed people in Michigan, and although that was clearly stunningly toxic, no. I wasn't bad at it, and some of the rewards--warm and fuzzy. But in the end, not the thing for me.
At this company? They don't have such clear structure. There were many things wrong with that first company (I apologise again to America), but they were good with documenting some things--document requirements and templates, and job descriptions and hierarchies. I knew exactly what to expect if I didn't make any changes in my job path, and where I could change to if I wanted to. If I tried to find that info here, it would look like I was fishing for a job, rather than learning about what we look like.
Finally out of the ER. Tired. Not ready for work tomorrow. Still have a car I don't believe works. Didn't have the heart to try today, but I assume it's still dead. Do I work from home and try and do something about it tomorrow? Or do I rent a car, and delay fixing shit until my second day back, since I have a week to catch up on in an important project. Vitally important.
Hmmph.
Work from home would be my vote, if you can swing it.
this post possibly brought to you by wine, or carrots.
I just had to go get something out of the car, which meant I had to be outside, and walking back in, I had a total moment of
My house.
MY.
FUCKING.
HOUSE.
LOVE
Lee, it's been a year for me, and I still have those moments every day. A large part of me still can't believe it's true.
AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK~! And Erika HAPPY BIRTHDAY~!
Thank you!
I have to admit, I hope that feeling doesn't go away any time soon.
I just tried to "like" your post. Ha!
Yay Lee! That's so much better than the moment I usually have of
Oy.
My house.
I am reading comments on huffpost about a woman who was shamed for breastfeeding at a Georgia (U.S. State) Applebee's.
One of the commenters said that following that has me in giggles:
Breastfeeding is a natural part of life, just like burping, farting, peeing and pooping. If people are disgusted just because I occasionally take a dump in the salad bar then that's their problem. I'm not going to exile myself to some bathroom just because they are uncomfortable with natural human processes.
I am assuming the 2nd and 3rd sentences are facetious and I do not want to be disabused of this notion.
My academe is not so good with that for support staff. To become an administrative assistant rather than a secretary you have to manage people (although many of the job descriptions exaggerate how much in order to get approved by HR.)
