Writing to write

I’m not really planning on promoting this entry out there on the social networks because it’s not meant to be funny or interesting, it’s just part of my journal.  Read it if you need to indulge in a weird voyeuristic tendency.  I’ll even pretend that I’m shocked and embarrassed that you read it, if that’s what does it for you.

Today was a pretty good day for me and I just wanted to write about it.  I have a lot going for me at work now which isn’t something I’m used to.  I’ve been happy with most of the things I’ve done at my current workplace, but I always had a feeling that if I could get involved in something I loved, I would excel at it.  The problem has been that those positions aren’t that easy to get, usually because you need a college degree or business experience to get them.

To compound that frustration, lately I was becoming more and more entrenched in the work I was doing, with little hope for a promotion or a raise within my department, yet relying on the benefits I’d earned through my tenure.  As I felt the anxiety of watching my horizon melting into the typical work-for-money zombie lifestyle I’ve seen so many people give into over the years, an opening came up on the Help Desk team in our company.  In what I considered a last blind and desperate clutch for the life I wished I’d had, I put in a bid for the spot.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate the job I had. In fact at the time, it was the second best job I’d ever had.  (The book store was the best, and that story is for a later day.)  I had a great supervisor, a program manager who was not only intelligent and capable, but someone whose work ethic and professionalism I deeply admired, and a client who I will not name, but was and still is possibly the worlds leading company in the electronic entertainment industry.  I was auditing claims that paid millions of dollars each month and it was good, honest work.  Were it not for a few minor issues here and there, I could have comfortably done that job for the rest of my life.

Nevertheless I went for the dream job and to my surprise, I got it.

It was explained to me that despite my qualifications there were certain aspects of my personality, along with what I call a “basement tinkerer’s” working knowledge of computers, that landed me the job.   I was cautioned that if I couldn’t fulfill my role, my job was at risk because my original position would need to be filled immediately, leaving little else for me to do in the company.  In May I was to be reviewed and either let know that it wasn’t working out or my role would be adjusted to a more permanent status.

My current boss took a big risk in hiring me and in doing so earned my trust and loyalty.  Today he took me aside and told me he was happy he took that risk, and that I had exceeded all of his expectations.  I was not only capable of working with the basic duties that were expected of me, but I was resolving advanced issues that hadn’t dreamed I would be able to tackle.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!  He said that the review in May would not be necessary and that I would immediately began working with the full credentials of my new title.  I probably looked like an idiot, thanking him about six hundred times.

In telling me all of this, he also mentioned that he’d received glowing testimonials from my coworkers.  I’m not saying this with conceit, I only bring it up because if for some reason one of those people is reading this, I’d like them to know that I’m so thankful for that.  It means a lot to me and it gives me one more reason to smile when I come into work every day.  Even more, it makes me realize that I’m finally a grown up!  I’m no longer that guy who does *whatever* job while I’m working to become a famous writer or musician, now I’m a PC Support Specialist, who has a few hobbies that he loves.

So anyway, that’s it.  I’m sorry that it isn’t much more than my beaming over a lot of good, news, but that’s pretty much what my day was.  The only downside is that I haven’t been getting enough sleep, but that has more to do with my current state of exuberance and not any sort of weighing matters.  Now that I have my job gong well, I can worry less about that and more about my health and my family.

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About thestsp

Brenton Smith used to live in a haunted house. I mean, he never saw a ghost or anything, but he used to hear crap all the time. Also one time while he was in bed, he thinks something touched his leg. He and his friends eventually gave the ghost a silly name and it went away embarrassed. He still feels guilty about that sometimes.
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One Response to Writing to write

  1. Congrats on the new gig!

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