Today is the second anniversary of my first day at the company I work for. It's not a real big deal since the three year mark is the first milestone that the company recognizes, however, given that I have gone through two layoffs from real jobs and one layoff from a temp job in the past five years, this is pretty significant. The longest I have worked at any other job was two days short of two years. It was also two days short of qualifying for profit sharing. Aaaaugh!
I have often wondered if someone looking at my resumè would think I have commitment issues. The other job that worked at for two years was with a big five technical consulting firm, so the longest I stayed on any one project was a little over a year. Since graduating college about five years ago (ironically, five years ago to the day) I have worked in eight different offices. I wish this was due to commitment issues because those could be dealt with easily.
I probably need to start having my very own Cinco de Mayo celebration every year given that this seems to be a significant date for me. I'll celebrate next year if I still have my job.
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Boy, do I hear you loud and clear on this one!! I have also gone through different layoffs. When I got to the 6-month mark at my present job...I started to breathe easier. But when I got to my 1st year anniversary, I got a little anxious again. During my review, I told my supervisor right off, "I don't care what I have to improve on, just tell me I get to stay!" Thankfully, she is a Christian and understands what I have gone through being unemployed and raising two boys at the same time. GOD IS VERY GOOD!
Congratulations on your career!
Even though we're about to head over the Atlantic, I still have residual job anxiety. In fact, last night I dreamed I had a temp job with another guy cleaning up a kitchen. the boss needed these matching numbers on giant matchstick boxes, and I had to dismantle everything I had done and still couldn't find the right numbers. Boss was getting mad and I woke up with a terrible feeling of non-worth. Yuck! My father was a factory worker at a soap plant. He was paid about $17 an hour and retired from there. They actually abused him pretty well, and he has developed asthma problems from inhaling the chemicals and floating dust. But - I never made that much money on any job I have had. Graphic design is often linked to the marketing industry, and the first thing a company does to cut costs is to cut back on a high advertising rates, which means good graphic designers who are low on the totem pole are let go. I remember when Denise and I got back from Belgium and I was trying to find respectable work to get us back on our feet. I eventually found a decent job from the help of Debbie Highfill at church at an Eye Clinic. (I learned most of my video editing skills there, recording and editing eye and cosmetic surgery videos for use in a classroom - God knew I needed that skill!) The hard points in my life always bring me back to my failures. I had numerous temp jobs of the "light-industrial" sort: digging irrigation ditches at a golf course, throwing red bio-hazard bags of old urine samples into a trash compactor, a stint as a human trailer-hitch, pulling a furnace on a fork-truck while sitting on the edge of some old guys station wagon while he drove slowly across a warehouse parking lot, and others that are just as humbling. I've since learned that I was not a failure everytime I took the job at hand... It was just a normal part of struggling for bread in a fallen world. It's funny in a way. I wanted to be so much like my father and have a decent paycheck with loyalty to a company, but he hated his job and envied my opportunities. (If you haven't noticed, I have drank WAY too much coffee while composing this comment...) Anyway, I have a crazy notion that heaven will allow us to work in our passion and creativity, building God's Kingdom with total devotion and joy. One of the things I would love to do is create an immense garden of wonder. Some would say that this desire is a longing that has not died from our time in Eden... (enough from me!)
After we met, Mr. T took a job at MCI upon my coaxing. He worked there for almost 5 years! Since then he has worked 4 other places. (We've been together 12 years this June.) So his average is 2 years. He's finally at a company that I think will compete with his 5 year record.
I on the other hand, am a different story. Let's just say I get bored easily. I tend to pick jobs that well, are a fit more for what I pictured me doing as a "grown up" than what is a truly good fit for me. I am happy as a baby-sitter. Who knows maybe someday my dad and I will finally go into business together and start a daycare?
I feel like if I talk about my current job I'll jinx it, so I'll just leave it with I'm good with it and I hope they're good with it too!
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