I'm not sure why, but last night I had one of those how-did-I-get here types of moments. Not the 33-year-old-living-at-home-with-two-dogs-as-roommates type of moment. More the, how- did-I-end-up-in-a-job-I-really-freaking-like kind of moments. Here's how the chronology ran in my head.
Got out of college and had two job offers...a really crappy on in Tucson (where I went to college - Go Wildcats!) or a really crappy on in L.A. Mom offered to let me move home so I did. Three promotions (with no extra pay) and a year later I left to go work assisting someone fabulous. A year later she left but took me with her. A year later I enrolled in paralegal school (mom's idea) and mentioned to the chick I sat next to that if a position ever opened up over there, please sign me up. Three positions opened, I sent her my resume, she sent me the key words that HAD to be on there (PowerPoint, Outlook, etc...) and after a few serious promises that I would learn any software they wanted, I got the job. 18 months. 2 going away parties, a $500 gift certificate to Neimans and a trashed office later I left for my first paralegal gig where I was greeted with "Do you always dress like that?" "Why don't you wear makeup" and my favorite "How do you expect to catch a man like that?" Five years later I left for another firm and then a year later I found myself here. 14 months its been and what a ride.
And after I went through that chronology, I thought to myself, when I talk about how long I've worked here, even if I say 10 years, I'm always going to refer to it in months. 'cause I'm cool like that. I make my own rules.
Got out of college and had two job offers...a really crappy on in Tucson (where I went to college - Go Wildcats!) or a really crappy on in L.A. Mom offered to let me move home so I did. Three promotions (with no extra pay) and a year later I left to go work assisting someone fabulous. A year later she left but took me with her. A year later I enrolled in paralegal school (mom's idea) and mentioned to the chick I sat next to that if a position ever opened up over there, please sign me up. Three positions opened, I sent her my resume, she sent me the key words that HAD to be on there (PowerPoint, Outlook, etc...) and after a few serious promises that I would learn any software they wanted, I got the job. 18 months. 2 going away parties, a $500 gift certificate to Neimans and a trashed office later I left for my first paralegal gig where I was greeted with "Do you always dress like that?" "Why don't you wear makeup" and my favorite "How do you expect to catch a man like that?" Five years later I left for another firm and then a year later I found myself here. 14 months its been and what a ride.
And after I went through that chronology, I thought to myself, when I talk about how long I've worked here, even if I say 10 years, I'm always going to refer to it in months. 'cause I'm cool like that. I make my own rules.
Labels: random ramblings
posted by jenna! at
8:44 AM
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"How do you expect to catch a man like that?"
I have an aunt who said that to me when she saw me sitting on the couch reading a book. I told her I wouldn't want men who don't like books, so that was the end of that conversation!
Ok, seriously, that's awesome!
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