18 September 2006

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

So the past few weeks have been crazy. I was laid off from a job I hated, temporarily transferred to the Seattle office for two weeks to see if I would hate the job as intensely in a different location, and then shipped back here to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and how to support myself in the meantime. So here is the good, the bad, and the ugly of the whole experience.

The Good
  • I drove to my parents’ home both weekends I was in Seattle and got to spend some quality time with them. Also, there is nothing like the ego boost of going back to a place where people think you are great.
  • I realized that I hate my job regardless of location and really feel great about not ever going back to work for that company.
  • Despite the stress of the whole experience, I’ve never been happier than I was today when I realized I would never again have to wake up to that job.
  • Severance packages are like having paid vacations.

The Bad

  • One should never have to live in a hotel for two weeks. I don’t care if it is a studio with a kitchen.
  • Everyone was going on about the heat wave in Seattle. It was 75 degrees. I was wearing sweaters and shivering while everyone else was blasting the A/C. I even turned on the heat in my hotel room.
  • Because of the short notice under which my flight arrangements were made my itinerary went something like this: Salt Lake – San Francisco – Seattle – Denver – Salt Lake
  • Almost bursting into tears in the San Francisco airport after realizing that exactly seven years ago to the day I had been sitting in the same airport on the way to London.
  • Salt Lake Int’l Airport experienced horrible weather and a major technological meltdown on the day I flew back, which delayed my flight from Denver for two hours, messed up the baggage claim system to the point that bags from multiple flights were on different carousels meaning that it took me an hour and a half to figure out my luggage wasn’t on any of them, and caused a 30 minute wait to pay for parking.
  • My luggage was left in Denver and didn’t arrive until 12:30pm the next day.

The Ugly
  • The branch manager of the Seattle branch suffers from short term memory loss due to a car accident earlier this summer. Which caused him to tell me the following stories on a daily basis:
    • How he has short-term memory problems because of a car accident earlier this summer.
    • How he is suing his contractor because the contractor didn’t weather-proof the foundation and he now has a virulent mold problem.
    • How he teaches classes for his church and is “just trying to live by faith.
  • Mr. Short-Term Memory, despite the above protestation of religiosity, had a tendencey to drop the F-bomb on a regular basis, especially when telling stories or really, really stupid jokes at which I was forced, out of politeness, to smile.
  • Mr. Short-Term Memory also suffered from over-sharing. I know more about his past relationships, his musical preferences, his dog ownership, and his church-going than I knew about anyone I had worked with for 2+ years in the Salt Lake office.
  • I got the eerie feeling, despite the inappropriateness of it, that I was being auditioned for not only the administrative assistant position, but for a dating possibility as well. Examples:
    • His constant questioning about what I do in my spare time, what music I like, and my opinions on other pop culture things.
    • His enthusiasm for playing Death Cab for Cutie over and over on a daily basis after I reluctantly admitted to liking them.
    • The performance of what can only be described as a ‘butt shimmy’ while singing along to the Death Cab for Cutie song that was blaring from his iTunes in front of my desk on his way to the conference room.
    • His repeatedly asking me if I had a boyfriend, which was confusing since he kept referring to my roommate as “your girlfrie – I mean roommate.” Either way, I wasn’t going to admit to being single.
    • His semi-frequent assertion that he knew what I was going through because "I'm also a single person trying to live by faith."
So now you are all caught up on the happenings of the last few weeks I’ve been MIA. I’ll keep you updated on the job search front, but for now I think I’ll spend the week enjoying a paid vacation.


t said...

Oh man, I'm so sorry you had to endure Mr. Short term Memory. I hate knowing that someone has a crush on me and I don't like them. That happened to me once at Ricks. He invited me to have dinner with him at the Cafeteria. He also invited himself to walk me home during which I repeatedly told him I didn't like him. I think he finally got it when I gave him dirty looks in dance class. Anyway, enjoy your vacation!! That's nice that they gave you severance pay!! It's the Summer of Scully! Or the Fall, but that doesn't sound as good!

aquamarine said...

Mr. Short-term-Memory-loss gives me the heebie geebies!!

But I am glad that you can wake up in the morning and enjoy it now. I am crossing my fingers and toes that you will find a fantastic job once your paid vacation is over. ;)

Katie said...

Scully, I'm sorry for the bad moments, but I'm glad you get the "paid vacation." Also, I can totally relate on your London breakdown. Yesterday on campus, as I looked at the snow line (which is steadily creeping down the mountain, and will soon be upon Provo) I was realizing how much I resent the fact that my favorite season does not exist in this state. There is no Fall in Utah, only Summer and Winter and a very brief period of spring. Here, half of the leaves haven't even changed and it starts snowing. Anyway, then I started thinking about the beautiful fall walks I used to take every day in Kensington Gardens...and I wanted to scream. I almost lost it, right in the middle of Brigham Square. Anyway... I feel your pain.

Esperanza said...

That guy sounds a little creepy! Sounds like a sitcom :) Good thing you didn't stay there. Good luck with the job search!

Panini said...

I'm glad you're not going back to something you hate. Sorry it was such a crappy go. B/t you and Nem, I don't get life and I'm terrified for the future of mine. Are you going to stay here in UT? I always pictured you in a more exotic place . . .

Esperanza said...
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Esperanza said...

Have you started the job search yet? Any luck?

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I'm icked out by that guy too. And I'm so sorry that your life is all topsy turvy. Please keep us updated--I'll be crossing fingers for you!

Panini said...

what's going on with your job search?