Monday, June 12, 2006

So briefly: I quit my job, started working for a non-profit, and am in the process of moving once again.

These are all, I think, good things. For different reasons.

First, the job quitting: Yes, I know I spent a lot of time and effort and a few thousand dollars at Columbia trying to land that job. So maybe it was foolish to go and quit after less than two years. But I'm pretty sure all my friends were getting tired of my, "Ohmigod you will NOT BELIEVE what she did today!" stories. Even though some of them were pretty entertaining. (Kind of like The Devil Wears Prada only about someone much less important.) Now that they can't fire me, I feel at liberty to write (a bit) about this. Not like it really would've mattered during my employment -- the woman couldn't figure out how to attach a word doc to an email, afterall, I'm sure finding my website would've taken a little effort. My tell-all book probably won't be forthcoming because, my friends, books are LAME. Ok, well, maybe books themselves aren't entirely lame, but publishing most certainly is, and if you corner me at a bar and ask me my thoughts on the subject, I'll probably rant for a while, but I feel it would be wise to not go into everything here because, well, it just wouldn't be. Anyway, I quit.

My new job is going well; I work in development for a non-profit. I have business cards, because my new employer is at least willing to pretend my job is not entirely meaningless and I am more than just a gate-keeping, phone-answering, photocopy-making, fax-sending, reservation-making, finish-your-expenses-for-the-last-six-months-and-still-have-time-to-write-ten-rejection-letters-for-proposals-you-never-even-bothered-to-read wizard. I now take my lunch break and leave the office at 5:00 instead of sticking around for hours. Oh, and they pay me significantly better. (Hear that, ex company? The non-profit might not offer a yoga studio or free granola in the pantry, but they came up with a better way to help me live my whole life: Paychecks! I imagine they're able to afford this sort of wildly unconventional benefit by not having a VP of Bathrooms and not putting people up in $600/night hotels on the beach in Santa Monica during "business trips" where no actual business that couldn't have been conducted on a conference call occurs.)

As for the moving: well, after two years, my roommate and I are going our separate ways. It was her decision, but an amicable split. She's getting a Jr. 1BR in Hell's Kitchen and I'm getting an armoire to make up for the lack of closet space in Jesse's apartment. After much deliberation and a few visits with crappy brokers, we decided to stay in Queens for the time being. I dunno -- Manhattan would've been nice, but not having to scrape every last penny out of my checking and savings account to live in a significantly smaller space is even nicer.

So that's it for now -- changes abound, but mostly in a good way. Changes should also be coming to this site soon... but you've probably heard that one before.

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