Category Archives: i love my job

I got a job.


A very similar job to my last one, at a very similar pay, which in this economy is pretty darn awesome.  It’s a much smaller company, an accounting firm a mere five mintues from my house (if I hit every red light).  I really like the atmosphere, and after four months of interviewing candidates they made me a offer same day, they were that sure they wanted me. 

This enabled me to say no to the other job I’d been offered, that I really didn’t want.

And it means that I can relax, and stop feeling guilty for every minute I was online that wasn’t spent looking for a job.

It means I can blog again.


For someone with no job, I’m really busy.


I mean, I have to buy and make my own coffee.  Can’t pass up the free day at the museum, there’s all that booze to drink and a backlog of boys I can do.  Being this fabulous is hard, I almost wonder when I found time to work before…..

So yeah, I got laid off, again, by the same company, sort of.  Should I even bother trying to explain it?  The gist is that I’ll prolly have to start reciting beat poetry at the transit station for tips. 

No wait, I won’t have to.  I’m just going to because that sounds fun and I’m pretty sure I don’t have to report that income to unemployment.

And while I’m heartbroken to leave a job that I loved every single day the six years I was there, don’t worry about me.  I already face down this fear a few months ago, and I’m in a position to handle this just fine.

I have a nice roof over my head.  Unemployment will cover my expenses.  I’m living a surprisingly glamorous little existence.  I’m off to A Fine Frenzy concert in LA tonight with Yost, and tomorrow I’ll be getting my passport finalized for my vacation next month.

I could really get used to this.



My phone rang just after midnight.   My office number of all things, was on the screen.

“Mmmm’hello?”  *blink, blink*

“This is the police.  We’re in your office.”

“Goodness,” I said.  Then, “Lola?”

“No.  The police.  There was an unsecured door, and we have your number listed to call.”

Nonononononono, I thought to myself.  Please do NOT tell me I left something unlocked.  Nonononono, not today of all the almost 1400 days I’ve worked there.  Not today, the day I asked my boss to consider me for more responsibility.  (And money.)  This can’t be happening.  A door unlocked on thousands of dollars of inventory, a door unlocked for a disgruntled employee of the former incarnation of the company.

The policeman on the line and I tried to walk through all the possible problems with the door but we couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t latching.  Finally, the CEO was called in, while I hung up and lay in bed imagining my life as an unemployed woman.  Promotion?  After I made a mistake that involves the police, and our CEO being woken up and called in at this ungodly hour?  I’d be lucky if I still had a job in the morning, even if nothing had been stolen.

I hardly slept, and drove into work with a sense of dread.  I found the operations guy and my boss and asked “Did we figure out what happened with the door?”

Turns out it was an alarm problem.  I.E., not my problem.  Not my mistake.  Have you ever wanted to puke from relief?  I was that happy.  And then, something even better happened.  I went back to my desk and there was this note.

I’m going to frame this.

When I showed to my boss, he laughed and then he asked, “Hey.  Why do the cops have YOUR number anyway?”

Between you, me and the internet, I have no idea.  I don’t even give my real number on the company directory.   But to my boss, I just smiled and winked.  He’d better give me that promotion now.  I’ve, apparently, got connections.

Roller Coaster


Remember when I lost my job?

And that same day the bank that took over the company offered me some temp work?

Since I don’t really want to blog too much about the company, just about me, I’ll have to be a bit vague.  The one of the original founders of the company, who’d stepped down as CEO a few years ago, bought the company back from the bank.  And while we’re still hammering out the details, I’ve got a job here with him, at a smaller, slightly different version of the company.  And it looks like I’m going to take it.

So to recap, I’ve had three jobs in the past two months.  I’ve never been unemployed for longer than an hour and a half.  I never knew when I lost the previous one that the next one would be offered.  I’ve never missed a day of work, and I’ve worked all three jobs at the same desk in the same building.

Signing off from the lobby


I’ve worked here for six years, and loved it.

When I leave here today, I will be ending my employment with this company.

The company no longer exists as such.  A bank owns us now.  This bank has hired me to stay on here for a week or two, to field phone calls as our assets are sold off.  But I’ll be virtually alone in this building without all the people that made every day a joy to be here.

I keep telling myself that a loss is so often a launch, and I laugh at the truth that this is probably the only way I would ever have left this job.  I’m not so much worried for myself as heartbroken.  Perhaps Most likely better things are waiting but …..

…. I’ve been so happy here.