Jennifer Plesko

Well, I made it through the first week at my new job. And I think it’s safe to say I’ll be back next week. Even though I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn, which I haven’t done on a regular basis since high school, I quickly learned that it’s worth it when I get to eat lunch at 11 and go home at 4:30. That’s right - I actually get to go home while the sun is still up.

Another thing that has impressed me is that everyone is punctual. When there is a meeting at 10, they don’t fart around until 10:30, they ask if you’re ready at 9:59. And when the clock hits 11, people actually get up from their desks and go to lunch. And when the clock hits 4:30, it’s mass exodus.

I am used to jobs where no one is ready to meet when they say they’re ready, no one takes a lunch until 1:00, and people sit around working until 6:00. And me being the punctual and efficient person I am, I just don’t like feeling guilted into sitting at my desk twiddling my thumbs when my work is done. Apparently my new boss adopts the same beliefs because he let us go at 4:00 today. Awesomeness.

Also? They pipe Sirius radio over the speakers. Today was 90s alternative. The Cranberries, Smashing Pumpkins, Pearl Jam, Nirvana…it was like jr. high again. With less flannel and angst. Yesterday was 80s rock ballads, and it took all the restraint I had not to stand up belt out “Don’t Stop Believin’” karaoke style. As long as no one likes Speed Metal or Reggae, we’ll be okay.

What a relief to feel like I finally have a job where I fit. I guess getting laid off wasn’t such a bad thing after all. And yet again I’m left wondering why I ever doubt God.