Perks!
When Turkey announced he was closing his law firm, I was in a panic at the idea of going through that whole unemployed period again. Everyone kept telling me it wouldn't be like that. They felt it. I didn't feel it. I'm one of those "don't count chickens before they've hatched" people. Apparently I didn't need to feel it though, because everyone else's feelings were right. Thank god for you people and your feelings and your chicken-counting ways.
When Gay Crush and I had our interview, it was interesting. There was no typical interview posturing on either side. He asked if he could give me health insurance through an HMO. I said no; he said okay and wrote down PPO. Health insurance is in the works.
He asked what I made working for Turkey. I told him my salary was $500 a year, but with overtime I earned $550 a year. He offered to pay me $525 a year. When I worked for Turkey the hours were 8:30 to 5:30. Now my hours are 8:30 to 5pm. That half hour makes all the difference.
Gay Crush wears a t-shirt or polo with dark jeans and dress shoes each day. So I'm wearing jeans and a nice top. Not just on Fridays, but every day.
"Health and fitness is very important to me, so I'd like to offer you up to $100 a month towards a gym membership of your choosing. Would you be interested in that?" Okay, now if you said that to a future employee and their response was, "Nah, I like being a fat slob," wouldn't you ... second guess your decision to hire them? Maybe they're not so smart after all. So I said yes not only because yay how awesome, but also because I wouldn't respect him if he respected me if I'd rejected the offer. My plan is to start gymming it up as soon as I have health insurance. If you get a call from someone crying and asking you to tell them to suck it up and go to the gym, it's me.
Gay Crush gave me an iPad! He got a newer generation one and gave me his old one, but still. A real iPad! I am totally going to figure out how to use it just as soon as I get wireless. People keep saying I can download things onto it at work and then use those things at home without the wireless. But I don't know what things they're talking about, and if it's games, well ... I already fuck around enough in my free time. I don't need more easy ways to do that.
I'm getting business cards. I'll be sending each of you five. You can put one on your refrigerator. When Gay Crush asked me, "Do you think you want business cards?" I asked back, "I don't know. Do you plan on hauling me around anywhere?" He doesn't know. Hey, he flies to NY a lot; I'd be more than happy to be hauled there! Nobody's ever given me business cards, but that makes sense, because legal secretaries really never leave the office. Sometimes people ask for a business card, but you just hand them the attorney's card.
Another perk is that Gay Crush is ... mentally stable. Like, every time he walks into the office, he's got the exact same personality. He's a generally happy guy. If he gets upset with one person, he doesn't take it out on another, and gets over it quickly. He vents for ten seconds, and then moves on.
Also, he doesn't have an ego. He left it to me to cut and measure the contact paper for the shelves in the office kitchen, but he would have helped if I'd asked. (I'll be asking tomorrow because I'm too short to reach the higher shelf. Just for placement help though; I'll do all the cutting.) Gay Crush has crawled under desks to get at outlets, picked up desks to access other outlets, etc. He doesn't waste his time, but he doesn't think he's too good to do things that need doing.
One time many moons ago, on a really hot day, Turkey arrived at the office with a Jamba Juice smoothie in hand. He stopped at my desk to pick up his messages, looked at me sweating under the skylight, and thought out loud, "Oh. I should have asked if you wanted anything." I smiled and said nothing. Yes, that would have been nice. Turkey wasn't that kind of nice. Turkey was the kind of nice where he wouldn't fire you if you were five minutes late coming back from your lunch hour because he made you pick up his lunch on the way back.
Then there's Gay Crush. Every time he runs out for a coffee, he asks if I want anything. If I said yes, he would refuse to take money from me. We agreed that I will do some personal errands for him, and he always encourages me to take as much time as I need, and reminds me not to use my lunch hour. So far I've bought him conditioner.
So technically, at the end of the year I'll probably have earned less than I did working for Turkey. That's okay though, because it's only $3,000 less for 120 fewer hours per year, and my quality of life has skyrocketed.
Labels: Branching Out, Fatty, New York State of Mind, presents, Wishing and Hoping, Work
9 Comments:
It makes me so, so happy to read this. You slogged through so much crap, I'm so pleased that you've finally got a job that gives you basic human respect, working for someone who's not a head case. You totally deserve it.
This is the best thing I have read all week. I have been wondering what is going on but its been quiet around here. So wildly happy for you. This is exactly what you deserve after the wackos for whom you have worked over the years. Congratulations Green!
This is awesome. From everything we've seen you go through over the last few years, Gay Crush is seriously who you SHOULD be working for. Someone who appreciates you. I'm so, so happy for you, GY.
Wheeeee! I'm so happy for you. (And pleased that I was right that it wouldn't be so hard for you to find work this time. Can we say "I told you so"? ;-))
Something I first said almost ten years ago when I happily, even if scarily, got laid off from my nightmare job and I still stand by it today: Being happy and respected in your job is worth so much more than pay and benefits.
Heck, yeah, making $3000/yr less is worth working with someone who is decent, trustworthy and just pleasant to be around.
You have earned every bit of your happiness; karma baby--all the nice things you've done for others have paid themselves forward into this job. Better things are coming for you, I believe it.
I'm imagining a Sally Fields moment, "They LIKE ME, THEY REALLY LIKE ME!"
I'm like on the verge of tears happy for you.
But it's bittersweet. Your tales of working for idiots has been some of the highlights of my life on the internet ;)
ps: if I ever learn to draw cartoonish stuff, I really seriously would turn this blog into a cartoon. Tuna?? Long Earlobe Lady?? It would be gold!
AWWWW!
YAY!!!!!!!!
I am so happy to read this blog entry. A few things -
- you are right. That half hour means EVERYTHING at the end of the day. That is HUGE! Who works until 5:30 anyway? That is weird.
- GO TO THE GYM! You will feel soooooooooooooo much better. I would kill for this benefit. That's amazing.
- You're going to be amazing at his new firm. Make things happen, woman.
xoxo,
me and my dog posting from Chicago
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