Bear with me, everybody.
It’s gonna be a long 6 months.
The thing I always forget about this job is that the reason we can all sit around and screw off for 6 months is because for the other 6 months, we’re working 24/7.
Blaine’s a frickin’ sweetheart, and he must have talked me up like I was fuckin’ Jesus Christ, because I realize I’ve just been handed a career along with my corporate card. I’ll be supervising document controls for all the new projects coming down the pipeline, which means training and overseeing the support staff in each location and making sure they’re delivering and tracking the right information.
I didn’t take in the full scope of what this really meant until we had our meeting in the warroom, and I realized I was the youngest person at a table full of men, and my name was up there on the “top” part of the top-down org chart, along with theirs.
What the fuck just happened?
Oh, shit, I got handed a career. Which I could still very well fuck up.
And, worse: which I don’t really want.
It’s funny, you get your shiny shoes and your suit jacket, and you get told to make plane reservations to camp out in Denver, and it’s like, isn’t this it? This s the top? This is corporate America. This is why you go to college, to get a good job like this with great health care and a 401(K).
And if I stay here too long, I’m gonna get my soul sucked out.
Don’t think I don’t know that.
I just want to write books. Fuck. Just pay me for *that*, OK?
So updates and rants here are going to be a lot more sporadic.
The Big Boys are going out to negotiate the NYC project next week, which everyone agrees is going to be long and messy. Prepare for rants from the warroom in NYC.
I’ve also come to the conclusion that I won’t move to Denver. I talked with Yellow about it (they asked him to move out there), and I basically have the same reservations he does: I’m not in love with Denver, the corp. office is waaaaay too corporate (seeing Yellow spiff up for a real corp office was amusing), and honestly, Chicago is just way better than Denver. There’s just no contest.
I either love a place, or I’m indifferent about it, and I don’t know that I’d have any interest in living somewhere that’s halfway between the West and the Midwest.
It feels like going backwards.
