In less than two weeks, I start a new job.
Usually, musings of amber murphy doesn't really go there. I tend to blog about my (intermittent) questionable behavior/ my writing woes/ my grandma/ procrastination.
Occasionally, I do mention the bank, usually when I am in the mood to sucker punch either customers or coworkers in the face.
(Sometimes I get a little pissy.)
So, in two weeks I will go to work for a different bank. However, in about six weeks, the bank where I currently work will convert into to that same different bank, via abuy-out merger buy-out that has been in the works since October 2008.
Change, it is a'blowin' in like wind.
I don't much care for change (says the same gal who tried on colleges like they were shoes, attending three schools in four years.) (I graduated, and on time, thankyouverymuch.)
And here's my resume -- settle in for a hell of a paragraph -- I have worked at a nineteen screen movie theatre, Old Navy, TJ Maxx, as a baby-sitter, at a Jesus summer camp, at a conglomerate-ish coffee shop, (what was the name of that place?) at a mall Waldenbooks, Dillards, restaurants including: Rafferty's, Cracker Barrel, Garretts, The Rib Crib, and The Cooker, and at Blockbuster, and as a substitute teacher for little kids and high school students (not on the same day) and as a cafe gal in the library at the University of Kentucky, and as a telemarketer. Finally, I wound up a banker.
I wonder if I forgot any.
That's a lot of change in the span of a decade (okay, twelve years... okay, seventeen years, if you consider that I started baby-sitting at the tender age of eleven.)
For someone who claims to abhor change, it would appear that I am a glutton for punishment. Or, a workaholic. Add work to the list of my addictions.
I vow here and now not to let all this change in the workplace interfere with my blogging. That would be a crying shame, as I would die a little inside each day if I suddenly had no time to write to you.
Yeah, I know.
You're welcome.
Usually, musings of amber murphy doesn't really go there. I tend to blog about my (intermittent) questionable behavior/ my writing woes/ my grandma/ procrastination.
Occasionally, I do mention the bank, usually when I am in the mood to sucker punch either customers or coworkers in the face.
(Sometimes I get a little pissy.)
So, in two weeks I will go to work for a different bank. However, in about six weeks, the bank where I currently work will convert into to that same different bank, via a
Change, it is a'blowin' in like wind.
I don't much care for change (says the same gal who tried on colleges like they were shoes, attending three schools in four years.) (I graduated, and on time, thankyouverymuch.)
And here's my resume -- settle in for a hell of a paragraph -- I have worked at a nineteen screen movie theatre, Old Navy, TJ Maxx, as a baby-sitter, at a Jesus summer camp, at a conglomerate-ish coffee shop, (what was the name of that place?) at a mall Waldenbooks, Dillards, restaurants including: Rafferty's, Cracker Barrel, Garretts, The Rib Crib, and The Cooker, and at Blockbuster, and as a substitute teacher for little kids and high school students (not on the same day) and as a cafe gal in the library at the University of Kentucky, and as a telemarketer. Finally, I wound up a banker.
I wonder if I forgot any.
That's a lot of change in the span of a decade (okay, twelve years... okay, seventeen years, if you consider that I started baby-sitting at the tender age of eleven.)
For someone who claims to abhor change, it would appear that I am a glutton for punishment. Or, a workaholic. Add work to the list of my addictions.
I vow here and now not to let all this change in the workplace interfere with my blogging. That would be a crying shame, as I would die a little inside each day if I suddenly had no time to write to you.
Yeah, I know.
You're welcome.
Comments
tina: she rerturns! *does happy dance.*
travener: i think my new handle should be "snide bride."