My first job out of college was for Motion Industries. I was the receptionist, and the company I worked for had recently been acquired by MI. Redundednt people were being let go, everyone in the company was older than forty, and there wasn’t really anything much to do. I was bored and depressed and it was the kind of company that only had two holidays per year and accrued any vacation time for a full year before awarding it. I lasted eight months before fleeing. Best part? My boss Roberta Cronin. “You are terribly overqualified for this job, but it’s yours if you want it,” she told me about a week into my temp gig. We made it official and I learned–not for the last time–about the danger of settling for whatever job comes my way.
I got wonderful notes and letters out of the deal. But oh how you disliked that job after some time!
I know that I have some of those letters on Mi stationery.
Really? I have no memory of writing letters. But I bet I wrote a lot of them because it seems more “busy” than just reading a book. I might be sketching a plan for receptionist improvement or something. Thank god my job at least keeps me busy. I don’t do well with nothing to do.
Wait, is the mug kaput or were you just writing an ode to it? Good lord, I hate jobs where there’s nothing to do. Like you, I find it massively depressing. I’m sorry you had one right out of college, but I suppose it was an important lesson to learn.
It is no longer in the house. I took it to work and put it in the general use mugs. Someone will break it and that will be that.