2 posts tagged “new job”
So today is my last day as an unemployed man.
I finished my last day of AT&T last week, and I"m about to start out on a new adventure.
A family business.
My brother in law, Justin, has started a new machine shop in the wake of the collapse Kolstrand. I am to start on there tomorrow and help out in any capacity necessary for the time being, with an eye towards becoming expert in product and client alike.
I'm really looking forward to it. I fondly remember my time at Kolstrand. Working hard every day and coming home physically tired but mentally alive, unlike my previous job where I came home physically alive but mentally dead. It was painful.
As a little window to my angle of the human condition, I would like to try and exposite my feelings regarding the curse of man.
As part of the fall of man, we learn of the following curse, (non-Bible readers, hang in there), '
17 To Adam he said, "Because
you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded
you, 'You must not eat of it,'
"Cursed is the ground because of you;
through painful toil you will eat of it
all the days of your life.
18 It will produce thorns and thistles for you,
and you will eat the plants of the field.
19 By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food
until you return to the ground,
since from it you were taken;
for dust you are
and to dust you will return." '
"You blew it. You have to work your ass off, and you probably will never enjoy it, for the rest of your life."
So here's my work theory. If you're single or married with no kids - find a job that makes you the money you, need to do what you want to do the remaining 16 hours of the day. This way you get 16 hours a day and 2 extra days a week to do whatever the hell you want. That's what I did at Beckman, that's what I did at AT&T. Put in 8 good hours. Get out, do what you want.
But once you start getting to the point where a family is in the near future, it becomes more important to find some satisfaction in your work. After all, if the 8 hours at work are horrible or at the minimum, irritating, then you might not want to find similar experiences when you get home.
So that's what I've started to do. Find something I enjoy, latch on, find a way to support a family off of it. I'm still at the point in my life where if it doesn't work out, I've the recent resume that's deep enough to get my behind a desk again...oh God.
But here's hopin. Tomorrow I start. And for the first time in my life, I'm looking forward to my first day at work.
So.
New job.
No longer working with the hands. Well...the fingers don't count as the hands. Unless you are Roland of Gilead (loving The Drawing of the Three, atm btw. Will post on that later.)
Anyways. It's pretty good. Pays well. Just kinda...desky.
I don't know. It's not particularly fulfilling, it just pays well and will enable Sarah and I to get out the condo. Who knows how long I'll be in there, as it's a contract position anyway.
The people are great. But all very liberal. The sarcastic kind of liberal, too. The sarcastic, without substance, kind. That is to say, easy quips without factual basis. We'll see how long I can keep my cover. Not very long if CCN remains the Communist News Network.