(BTW, I am totally sober, unless someone spiked my sweet tea)
So, the day before Thanksgiving, my boss, Bossman called me into his office. Now, I had fuuucked up at work on a pretty awesome (awesome as in HUGE, not awesome as in great) scale so I was pretty sure I was going to finally get a talkin’ to. (I mean, I’d fucked up a client that was the responsibility of my arch rival Broomhilda, so sooner or later my number was going to come up).
But! No! Instead, Bossman wanted to ask me if I wanted to move to a team associated with my (now) old department. Dude, you had me at “Move”. (The chance to move away from said arch rival…oh, so sweet!). So of course I accepted.
And last Monday, after my root canal (oh hey, did I tell you had I a root canal? I did! And it was not bad!) I went to work, talked to Broom and my (now old) teammates and then moved my crap over to my new work area. Apparently Broom was so fucking glad concerned about me leaving the team she was at work for 8 hours on Black Friday working on splitting up my accounts (between 15-20).
(BTW…I am glad to have moved to the other department but I am NOT glad about the whys… the day before Thanksgiving the company declined to renew the contract of one of the girls… so it’s bittersweet to have been upgraded). (Oh, I also was moved because one of my new teammates is about 8 months pregnant and my new Ladyboss is her Mom).
So now I no longer set up new clients, I troubleshoot problems big (where’s my payroll???) and small (hey, I messed up, can you add in an extra payroll date?). Instead of 1 60 minute task, I have 60 1 minute tasks. Except for when I have 60 2 minute tasks and then all bets are off.
And in conclusion, even though I spend a LOT of time on the phone (sometimes when I have to return calls, I just think ‘ugh, couldn’t I just email them?’) – in fact, today I took almost 40 calls – I love love LOOOOOOVE my job.