Time Zoned
I used to have so much time on my hands. Now I just feel swamped.
I love my not-so-new job. As my friend's daughter says, "I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!" Never have I felt so in charge, so productive and so happy at a job.
However, I'm wiped. I spent 9 hours yesterday at work, tweaking and reworking our database to give me more precise numbers. I'm going into my 7th month as Marketing Director and while they are happy with what I've done thus far, I'm finally about to hit them with what I felt should have been their standard of marketing. We're finally targeting customers!
In my "spare" time at work and on weekends, I've been building an Access database (to compensate for our pile-of-shit database) that finally connects purchases back to individuals and institutions. If you're not into marketing and databases, that probably means nothing. However, it gives me a chubby. It's what I love to do.
The problem is I have no time any longer. My personal emails sit for days without a response; we don't go out much anymore, and I'm in bed exhausted by 9:30. Cripes, most years I have my Christmas cards done by this point.
Last year at Imagine, it was the opposite. By this time, they had stripped me of my staff and given them to Skipper, a young lady whose best skills included great clothes and good hair. Hell, she had given notice at Imagine (before actually securing the job offer) and then retracted her resignation. Two weeks later, she was promoted and had a staff of four. I guess all that talking about her new puppy really worked. Hard to Envision a company like that, huh?
Anywho, by the time my staff moved across the building, I had nothing to do. Like Baby in Dirty Dancing, I was put in a corner and forgotten. BUT, I got so much accomplished. I added enough movies to my NetFlix queue to top the 475 mark AND they were reordered every Wednesday afternoon. I had lengthy conversations via email and my personal in-box had zero messages. (I actually had to set myself a rule of not responding for at least an hour upon receipt of a new message.)
I also read. Since no one came by, I'd get two books done a week. Last year, I also bought the 30GB color ipod and spent weeks adding CD covers to my 6000 songs. During that time, I learned Dreamweaver and created The Hygiene Chronicles web site. It was at that time I discovered most of your blogs and began checking them faithfully (like every other hour) for new content.
The mall was also across the street so I was able to go over there for a couple hours each week and shop. The only thing I never did was go to the movies next door. That would have just been shameless.
Do I miss my free time from Imagine... a little bit. But I could never give up the happiness I feel from working 60 hours a week on something I love.
So bear with the infrequent posts, the emails will get answered eventually and the Christmas cards may arrive in January (ha-not likely). Time may be scarce, but these days are so much better spent than the ones a year ago.
I love my not-so-new job. As my friend's daughter says, "I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!" Never have I felt so in charge, so productive and so happy at a job.
However, I'm wiped. I spent 9 hours yesterday at work, tweaking and reworking our database to give me more precise numbers. I'm going into my 7th month as Marketing Director and while they are happy with what I've done thus far, I'm finally about to hit them with what I felt should have been their standard of marketing. We're finally targeting customers!
In my "spare" time at work and on weekends, I've been building an Access database (to compensate for our pile-of-shit database) that finally connects purchases back to individuals and institutions. If you're not into marketing and databases, that probably means nothing. However, it gives me a chubby. It's what I love to do.
The problem is I have no time any longer. My personal emails sit for days without a response; we don't go out much anymore, and I'm in bed exhausted by 9:30. Cripes, most years I have my Christmas cards done by this point.
Last year at Imagine, it was the opposite. By this time, they had stripped me of my staff and given them to Skipper, a young lady whose best skills included great clothes and good hair. Hell, she had given notice at Imagine (before actually securing the job offer) and then retracted her resignation. Two weeks later, she was promoted and had a staff of four. I guess all that talking about her new puppy really worked. Hard to Envision a company like that, huh?
Anywho, by the time my staff moved across the building, I had nothing to do. Like Baby in Dirty Dancing, I was put in a corner and forgotten. BUT, I got so much accomplished. I added enough movies to my NetFlix queue to top the 475 mark AND they were reordered every Wednesday afternoon. I had lengthy conversations via email and my personal in-box had zero messages. (I actually had to set myself a rule of not responding for at least an hour upon receipt of a new message.)
I also read. Since no one came by, I'd get two books done a week. Last year, I also bought the 30GB color ipod and spent weeks adding CD covers to my 6000 songs. During that time, I learned Dreamweaver and created The Hygiene Chronicles web site. It was at that time I discovered most of your blogs and began checking them faithfully (like every other hour) for new content.
The mall was also across the street so I was able to go over there for a couple hours each week and shop. The only thing I never did was go to the movies next door. That would have just been shameless.
Do I miss my free time from Imagine... a little bit. But I could never give up the happiness I feel from working 60 hours a week on something I love.
So bear with the infrequent posts, the emails will get answered eventually and the Christmas cards may arrive in January (ha-not likely). Time may be scarce, but these days are so much better spent than the ones a year ago.
Labels: Imagine
posted by Anonymous at
7:30:00 AM
5 Comments:
I miss the more frequent posting, but it is nice to know someone loves their job.
You give me hope that a satisfying job is out there for me. I would give anything to be productive and do something that gives me a sense of accomplishment.
If your Christmas cards arrive in January, then mine will arrive in March. The only way I know when to start mine are when yours arrive. However, I am hand stamping my cards this year which means I need to get my shit in gear and get moving.
Ava
I know exactly what you mean. I spent almost two years in a job at a compnay that had gone bust. While they looked for a new buyer, we twiddled our thumbs. But I was a backbone of the kindergarten, sitting on comittees and organising stuff from my place of work. I set up an online children's shoe store and attanding all-day seminars about how to be self-employed. I ended up sharing a 10 m² office with my boss before they threw us out. But in a way they were good times.
What? Nothing about Barbie? :) I'm sure you could fill a whole blog on her alone!
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