I haven’t posted my exciting news yet, because I didn’t want to jinx it, but now that it’s official and I’ve signed all the papers, I can let it all out -
I have a new job!!!!!
That’s right. After this Friday, no more receptioning for me. I can’t say it’s been a total nightmare or a waste of time, as I enjoyed almost 3 years of nice benefits and steady work, which I know I should be grateful for, but I’m excited to move on into a position that pays me more, offers less interaction with the public, and might use the other 99% of my brain.
I try and keep these thoughts positive.
But, then my last week at work kicks off (as it so often has over the past few years) with the news that I’m spending the day in the mailroom.
Anyone who knows me knows how much I have detested the ‘backing up mailroom’ part of my job since the day I started. To me, it means a day of getting super dirty, hauling boxes that are so heavy I really shouldn’t be lifting them, having people ask me questions I don’t know the answer to, and basically being frazzled and unhappy.
Especially on Mondays, when all the mail from the weekend waits for you to walk in the door.
No more mailroom.