New work things.

On Monday I was hired on to the engineering firm that I’ve been working for via a temp agency for about a year. My pay grew by a ton, and I am now the recipient of sweet ass benefits. I like my boss; he’s known at the office as the “hardest” man to work for, but not because he’s mean or awful, but because he expects a lot, and he expects it fast. Don’t get me wrong, this is extremely challenging, especially after 9 hours of feverishly cranking out items he demands, but the difference between him and every other asshole I’ve worked for is that he is always very grateful, never hesitates to thank a person for anything, and is somehow able to keep a sense of humor while under a workload like nothing I’ve ever seen before. An example: today I was in his office, scribbling down notes as fast as I could while we was firing “follow up items” away at me, he stopped, mid-thought to say, “by the way, you have a very nice style of writing. I really appreciate that.” And then during the same visit in his office, he stopped one of our project managers (who was on speaker phone) mid-sentence to ask him, “yes, but did you tell the client how pretty I am? Because that is the most important thing.” My co-workers and I have tried to just imagine what must go through the mans head in just one hour of any day, let alone all day every day.
So anywho, my responsibilities have gone from miniscule to nearly overwhelming. Through the temp agency, I was initially hired as a file clerk/assistant receptionist (yes, our receptionist seems to need a fucking assistant, that’s a whole other story), my new official job title is Transportation Project Assistant and it makes me feel damn proud. I have a desk with an awesome view and a business card. I find myself wondering “how the fuck did this happen to me?” but I cant say for sure. I know it isn’t a coincidence that good things started happening to me after I took an interest in cleaning up my fucking act. But, the changes are incredible. My debt is getting lower, there’s money in the bank, sometimes I don’t even cash my paycheck for a few days. Pancho and I buy the things we need, a little of what we want, and treat ourselves to dinner and a movie when ever the fuck we want. I guess, for me, it really is true that you get what you give. I’ve been giving hard work and honesty and I’ve been getting back happiness. Hmm. Those fucking hippies are onto something.
Hey, just cause I stopped drinking and smoking, doesn’t mean I don’t cuss like a sailor.

Speaking of sailors:



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