Okay, I have to say it - I love my new job.
#1 - I have an actual office. Seriously, after working in a cubicle for...say....holy fuck almost 10 years, it's an amazing thing to be able to shut the world out when you need to think or have a 2 hour conference call.
#2 - My boss actually seems interested in me, my opinions, and my professional development. I'm gobsmacked. Not to mention that the executive in charge of health & safety is one of the founders of the company who I've spoken to more times in the past 3 weeks than I did in the last 6 months to my shit-eating, upwardly mobile middle manager at my previous job.
#3 - I'm getting an assistant.
#4 - I'm getting an assistant. (Nope, I meant to do that - so nice I typed it twice.)
#5 - I wore jeans to the office on Friday. That may not mean much to some of you, but in my last company "casual Friday" meant "no blazer with my dress pants".
Not to mention that despite being with the company only weeks, they are honouring the travel plans for August that I made waaaay back in January.
They are working my ass off though. But it actually seems like I'm accomplishing something and working for a purpose instead of the perpetual stream of other people's fuck-ups that was my daily bread a few short months ago.
Moral of the story - Getting fired (oh, sorry, reorganised) can be the best thing that happens to you.
On the homefront, my Mom and Aunt are arriving tomorrow for a visit. We are "Christening" Hamlet on Friday under some pressure from both our mothers. However, under the heading of "you can tell me what to do or how to do it, but not both", Hamlet's christening will be performed by the Salvation Army minister who lives next door to us. We will be saying the words in our very own backyard, with Hamlet's lesbian godmommies standing proudly by.
Faith on my own terms, or not at all.
Take that higher being.