I completely forgot, but I’ve now worked as a Senior Production Chemist in the Synthetic Chemistry Production department for an entire year. How can this be? It’s flown by. Have I mentioned I love my job? Because I LOVE MY JOB. It’s so nice to be sincere about something.
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So I recently sent this email to a special* confidant of mine on December 5th.
So there IS a lot to be stressed out about: I’m 31, and starting to feel like I want to settle down and make a home, and I have a partner who seems to be up in the air about it. Our company just went through a huge merger, and none of us know if our jobs are secure. My left knee has been acting achy lately, and my calves refuse to unclench. Christmas is fast approaching, and I have bought one gift, and I’m not sure what I’m going to be able to afford for those that I love. Then again, like usual, I have NO IDEA what to get ANYONE.
That being said, when I really thing about it, I’m doing pretty well. I’m only a grand in debt, and by the end of the week half of that will be paid off, I’m certainly not living paycheck to paycheck, and though things have been expensive lately, it’s not indicative of what’s to come. I have my job NOW, and I enjoy it, and even if I lose it, I work in an industry that isn’t hit as hard by recession as many others. Sure, my legs are tight, but I’m generally in good health. I have a fantastic family and friends, and a great boyfriend who loves me very much. And, of course, Jack. I can’t even remember what my life was like before him. He crawls under the covers with me in the mornings and curls up in my belly and makes me so happy I want to cry. The good kind of crying.
So maybe I can write off this noodleness as seasonal woes, both holiday and weather related, coupled with bad hormonal timing and a need for some stability.
All in all, I’m okay. And I’m glad that you’re my friend.
- We had a Very Important Meeting at work, and by the end of June, 2/3 of the people in my department will be gone. Luckily, my group was spared (for now), but things are a bit strained here at work. People are upset, and rightly so.
- A week after sending this email, I contracted some sort of stomach bug and proceeded to vomit away a weekend.
- My cat, after spending a wonderful week sleeping at night and being wonderful, is back to up-all-night-and-wanting-to-play.
- General malaise.
And yet, things are looking up for me. I’ve gotten Christmas shopping done, I found some pants that fit that didn’t cost arm and a leg**, and I have a vacation planned in snowy Colorado shortly after Christmas. And as always, I have excellent friends, am in a stable relationship, and I love my family. So I’m just going to take some deep breaths, smile, and wait for the warmth to return.
* Special as in “near to my heart” not as in “handicapable.”
** Had I spent a leg, my pants would probably be cheaper.
The following turned up in my mailbox a few days ago:
(The original email had large blank areas, which wordpress was kind to remove. I reckon it wass supposed to look like a formal letter, but come on. Get with the times. It’s an email)
After completing our review of the applications we have received for the position of Sr. Research
Associate, we are sorry to say that you are not among the candidates to be considered for the position.
We appreciate your interest in Genencor. We encourage you to stay up to date on other job
opportunities in our company as they arise.
We wish you the best of luck in your employment search.
The Genencor Recruiting Team
What’s confusing is this: I’ve been at my new job for four months now. I don’t even know WHAT I applied for at Genencor anymore. And why on EARTH does it take them more than six months, just to tell me I’m not good enough? Strange business, my friends.
My garbage and recycling cans arrived yesterday. Huzzah.
I’m going to say something I didn’t dream I would say: I am enjoying my job.
It’s a slow, on-going process, but I’m learning. This week I actually got to formulate product! Sure, it was one of the easiest products they make, and sure, I have little pink spots all over my hands (it’s a pretty potent dye, that’s all I can say), but I feel entirely accomplished. I’m also currently running my HPLC all by my lonesome for the first time RIGHT NOW!
I’m adjusting to the new location. The people here are very nice, though they mostly keep to themselves. I’m so used to my old job, where everyone was in your face all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED the camaraderie at TF, but it’s also nice to just have some quiet time alone, especially when you need to read a billion documents to learn how to do your job. I’ve met about three dozen people so far, and I can remember about half their names. The other employees are good about introducing themselves and seem interested in me. Everyone seems to remember my name.
This has been an ongoing problem through-out my life. When you have an interesting, unusual name (and Mace definitely falls into that category), people remember it. (It also helps that I’m totally hot. Ha.) I definitely remember the names of the people in my group, but it’s attempting to branch out that’s getting me stuck. Everyone around here wears a badge, but it seems a little rude to stare at someone’s crotch in an attempt to catch a glimpse. I’ve taken to occasionally wandering around the cube area and peeking at people while they’re sitting at their desks, since it’s WAY easier to read the tag on the wall.
Again, like everything at this job, I just need to take a deep breath and be patient. It’ll come to me. Heck, I knew about 200 people’s names at my old job. It is, evidently, possible. In the mean time, people around here will here a lot of “Hello” (period).
Day 2 was mostly spent reading documents until my eyes wanted to pop out of my head. Fas-cin-a-ting!
Day 3, and I finally get to see science in motion. I’m still very new, so I don’t get to touch anything, but seeing something live instead of just reading about it is important. I folllowed around my trainer, watched him aid another chemist with a set up, and talked a lot about the reaction we were to do the next day. I also got to see my bench, and help remove the traces of its former owner (who, by the way, still works here, just in support, so he doesn’t need a bench 24/7).
I drove straight home for the first time, and arrived in under an hour. It would have been even sooner, but I mistakenly took Market home, and anyone who’s been in my neighborhood around commute time knows better. It was still amazing, though. To be home while the sun was still shining. Unfortunately, though, the cold that I had been completely ignoring this week hit full force. I had a whole evening to myself, and I spent most of it on the couch, watching Six Feet Under on DVD. In the larger sense, though, I’m struck by how much more time I’ll have in the evenings.
Things I miss:
Kelly, Maria, Melissa, Jeremy, Chris, and so many others
(I keep thinking I recognize people’s voices)
The constant chatter of the cube area
Going out to lunch with other people
The antacids in the 1st Aid Box
(Seriously, there are the lamest 1st Aid boxes here ever)
Knowing what the hell I’m doing
- My drive is so much shorter, I almost miss the exit because I expect to keep driving.
- My new cube is about 30% bigger than my last one. It’s much nicer in design and has a brand new computer in it, which includes a flat screen monitor on an arm. It is completely devoid of character as of yet.
- I have my own lab bench, but is unclear when I will actually use it, as I will be following around a coworker for the rest of the week. I am completely okay with this.
- I am enthusiastic and eager to start getting my hands dirty, but am also kind of scared shitless to do something completely new. Everyone here seems extremely knowledgeable about Organic Chemistry. I’m sure I’ll seem the same way soon enough. Patience is a virtue.
- There is a cafeteria on campus, but I have no cash and need some air, so I drive around Foster City, looking to break my own rules and have some fast food, but am unable to find any food. The Taco Bell I go to has a malfunctioning card reader, so I am saved. I manage to find a Subway before chewing off my own arm, and then complete my circle of the city, realizing that I had driven the wrong way and that EVERYTHING was right across the highway from where I started.
- I spend a lot of time reading. I now understand how obnoxious that was for all the people I trained before.
- It takes me 10 minutes to get to my mother’s house for dinner.
I’m sorry it wasn’t more exciting. It went well. I met a lot of people. I’m still excited about working here.
So it’s 12:45 am, and I really should be asleep, as I have to be at my new hire orientation in eight hours. But instead I’m on the computer, trying to find the best way to get there, and approximating how long it will take me to get there, and and trying to figure out what to wear. Aggravating! What’s not helping is that three different sites are giving me three different routes to go. So what do I choose? Definitely not worth loosing sleep over, and yet…
I should just go lie down. That will help. I hope everyone that reads this sends me happy thoughts, and I’ll be sure to get back and describe what exactly my new job is, since I’m doing a poor job of explaining it to people now.
I had a lot to say. About politics and voting and how much I enjoy the process, about how fantastic the Foo Fighters show was, but it all got pushed aside yesterday.
I got a job offer. An offer which I am going to accept.
I will get back to writing about concerts and politics and my house and my boyfriend later after I finish doing the happy dance. HAPPY DANCE WITH ME!!!