>The new job

>Back in mid-May I was told that my contract at Songkick would not be renewed. I was gutted. Not because I had, in essence, been fired (ish). But rather because I didn’t have the opportunity to quit.

It was for the best they didn’t renew my contract or, heaven forbid, hire me permanently. Because I probably would have accepted that out of sheer laziness and the fear that I wouldn’t make magic happen a second time and find yet another job in London during a recession. And that would have been bad news bears for everyone involved. Because when I’m not happy, I’m not a nice person to be around. True story.

So I dusted off my CV and threw it out far and wide. I even posted it on Monster, even though that had never yielded me anything interesting before. I went back to the recruiters (curse them anyway… curse them all!) I had seen before. I signed up for job alerts with all the regular sites. I checked Gumtree and Craigslist every day. And there was nothing, nothing, nothing. I was approached by one company that never got back to me. I went to another interview and met the most horrific CEO I’ve ever laid eyes on.

::SIDE NOTE::

I had almost forgotten about that guy. And he was twatastic enough to warrant his own blog entry, really. He’ll have to settle for a side note in this blog entry.

I was interviewing with someone else when he came in the room. Tall guy, great big gut. Wearing black trousers and a white shirt tucked in with no jacket. Greased back hair. Mobile phone clipped into his belt.

I wish I could stop there. Nothing screams “I’m a twat” more than clipping your phone onto your belt. Unless, of course, like this guy you also have a blue-tooth earpiece. Oh yah.

But it still gets better! His tie. My good God, his tie. Imagine the worst, most douchey tie you possibly can. Now, allow me to describe a tie that is much so much more douchey than the tie you just imagined.

It had the torso of a naked woman on it, from just above the knees to just the bottom swell of the breasts. And where her cha-cha should be there was some sort of fig leaf. Class fucking act, this guy.

So, his Doucheness breezed in the room, picked up my CV, demanded “tell me about you” and looked over my CV whilst I talked to him. Not even 45 seconds go by and this a-hole’s mobile (in his belt, remember) rings. He answers it and walks out of the room. All while I was speaking to him. Oh yah, I wanna work for that guy.

::END SIDE NOTE::

So, that went nowhere. I went to another interview for two lovely gentlemen with a nice B2B online jewelry business. The office location was crap, but the job sounded vaguely interesting and so I thought I could tolerate it. I was very pleased when they emailed me back with a job offer. Until I saw the salary. Let’s just say that during a recession (and with my growing desperation) I was willing to take a hit on my salary. I am, after all, an expensive commodity. What can I say? I’m good at what I do. However, I wasn’t willing to take a job that was offering me less than half of what I was currently earning. That dog won’t hunt, Monsignor.

It was during this time that Gumtree got a hold of me. Ironically, I didn’t find the posting for the job on their site. The job wasn’t being advertised. Instead, they found my CV on Monster and liked that I had described myself as a “Superstar PA and Office Manager” (Hey, I’ve never been accused of being overly modest and as mentioned previously, I’m good at what I do) right at the top of my CV in big letters. They invited me to interview over the phone first.

Let me shorten this process or I’ll be here forever: I did six interviews. Two on the phone and four in person. These people are serious about their shit.

The good news is that they liked me and decided to hire me. I started at the beginning of July and I can’t believe I’ve been there nearly a month already. The time is flying buy; I’m busy every day but I don’t feel like I’m frantic or overworked.

I am aware that I’m in the “honeymoon” stage of my employment and it could turn out that the cake is a lie, but there are lots of things at Gumtree to be happy about. The people that work here are super friendly and so helpful. They’ve got great systems set up so that things actually get done. We had a kick-ass summer party and everyone (even managers, I’d like some of my past bosses to note) participated equally. There are free beers every Friday. There’s free massages (if you sign up fast enough) on Wednesdays. They provide breakfast, coffee, tea and soda. They are flexible in when you want to take lunch. My boss keeps emphasising that she wants me to have fun and really enjoy my work.

So, it’s good so far. There’s a lot more I could say, but I think I’m going to leave it there for now. I may give a few more specifics later on if I’m hard up for material (with the whole new “good about blogging” me, I have to be careful that I don’t run out of things to say). But for now I’ll say this: for the first time since teaching, I don’t mind going to work. Ace.

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