In anticipation of Super Bowl weekend, I am opening up a general topic for discussion. Anyone throwing a party, wagering a significant amount of money, ordering the Lingerie Bowl?
We have a new MBA on our team. He's taking over my job (and I gotta say, an MBA taking my job is pretty sad; he's gonna hate it, or he's going to be a lot better at it because he's actually organized). He's a Honky; that's what they call Hong Kong Chinese in the expatriate community. So the guy comes into my cube and we're talking about the process to get invoices paid, and I told him that our secretary is nice and all, but when she puts an account number on an invoice, you can't trust it.
"Can't truss it," he says.
"Yeah."
"Can't TRUSS it," he says again in his foriegn accent.
"Yeah, you can't," I say.
"No, man! Pubric Enemy! It's a song, man!"
I Google it and find that yes, indeed it is a Pubric Enemy song. 'This guy is cool. We're going for beers after work.
Me : Fuck this shit Curt : I hear ya dude Me : I feel like quitting because I know I am not giving the business what they're paying for Me : Today, I go to Atlanta to take a test that I didn't study for Curt : Don't you feel like a such a fraud? Curt : I totally do Me : Yeah, I do Curt : When is it gonna catch up to us? Curt : I feel like just buying a roly poly wraps shop and doing that for a living Me : Hey man, I'm down Me : I don't have the 50K or so it takes to start one of those things, though Curt : Yeah Curt : Me neither Curt : Sometimes, I think about grad school too, but I dont know why Curt : Maybe . . . If only GE would pay . . . Curt : Still, I'd lack motivation Me : Lack? Curt : Yeah, I have no reason to go above and beyond Curt : None at all Me: I'm devoid of motivation Me : Beat that Curt : My motivation is MIA Curt : I'm a POW being held captive at GE Me : If that's the case, then my motivation has gone AWOL
I'm going to hold off on Japan for now. I went into My manager's office and told him how I felt about the program I was in. I said that I didn't think it was the best fit for me, he heard me out, and offered me a package. The package is that I get to stay at GXS and work in my position while I am transitioning out to a different position. Now here's the best part of it all; I am going to be working with HR to defermine what the best path of work for me would be, whether the position is available within GXS or not. It's not every day where the company you work for says "OK, you're not happy with your job . . . let's help you find a position you would enjoy."
It's funny, I have an increased desire to do the work I'm doing now . . . I guess it's more along the lines of wanting to help someone who is going to help me. I'm pretty psyched for all this; I hope I'm able to move to an area in which I'm more excited to work
OK. I'm looking into going to Japan to teach English and mack on Japanese chicks. I've already researched the new clothes I am going to buy before I go over there. I was just accepted into The NOVA Group. Unfortunately, this is also the NOVA group. I'm going to go to Japan. I really think I am. I can go over there by getting a visa with NOVA, and then I could work in Japan for three years if I wanted to. The contract that I'd sign to go over there is a year long, but check this out!
Now going over there with the intent of breaking the contract ater I get my visa is not good. It's definitely bad karma, but if the school is a tough place to work, then at least I know I have options, right? Another post in the ESL cafe website goes on to say that the visa has nothing to do with the employer after you get it. That makes sense. I've heard about people going over there on a tourist's visa and looking for work, finding it, getting a work visa, and then coming back to work there. With the situation I propose, it's getting work, getting a visa, going over, and getting more/different work. Every single post I read tells me how easy it is to get a job in Tokyo, so why not just do that? Save my soul a little grief that I'd get from fucking this company over, add a ton to the hassle of getting a job, but having an adventure while trying to achieve that, and I'd get to go to Korea . . . the posts say you need about $4,000 to do that, to make sure you can land, get a place, and find a job. I think it'd be a lot of fun. We'll see.
I think I've ruled out going over there on the NOVA coattails. As much as I'd like to, and as easy as it would be, I think I'll keep the karma level where it is right now and say see ya to NOVA.
I work at General Electric's Global Exchange Services. The workplace is very friendly and there are not a lot of rules to follow, but of course, there are still office politics. Last year, I was an intern there, and I wore shorts often; probably once a week. A couple people said stuff about my clothes, even though we officially have no dress code. That's just how it is. I told them that when I wasn't getting paid an intern's salary, I'd buy myself a new wardrobe commensurate with the position I was in.
This week, I have exceeded the standard of dress at GXS. This is what business casual is supposed to look like. This is GXS business casual. Personally, I don't think looking like you just came in from the back nine is business casual, but who am I to judge.
On casual Friday, I reverted to the good ol' shorts and a t-shirt look. They (the powers that be) didn't like it and told me (well, they had someone else tell me) that wouldn't be appropriate in business. Now before I read a couple of these articles, I was starting to think this was going to be an appropriate rant. I said to myself, "HEY! The RULES say that I CAN WHERE WHATEVER I WANT! You can't tell ME not to wear shorts!" Now I am thinking, "What am I, some kind of retard?" Sometimes you just have to go along with the BS that people lay out for you. This is something that I have been trying to learn for a good long time now. It'll be a while before it actually sinks in.
First day of the JobBlog. . . I found out my manager is bipolar and fights with the other employees on my team, and people feel sorry for the FMPs in my position. Oh well, it's only six months.
The JobBlog. Finally.
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