Monday, July 30, 2012

I love my job.

I absolutely, positively, 100% love what I do for a living. Not too many people can say that. Most people do what they do because they are good at it or because it is all they know or it is because it is what they've done for so long, they just are comfortable.

I started with the company I work for in 2001. I left in 2003.  Came back in 2004. Left again in 2007. Every time I came back, I felt like I had returned to doing something I was always supposed to be doing. I left in 2003 because I was young and stupid. A person on the same career path I was on is now a Vice President with the same company. I left in 2007 because my personal life dictated that I needed to move across the country and I was unable to transfer with the company, not my fault, technically (although, it was funny that 1 week to the day that I moved, I was called with an offer, after I had already accepted a position and had my first day with another company.) We won't count my brief return in 2010, because it wasn't the same, but I came back this year to the company I "grew up" with and the company that professionally made me what I am....and it feels fuckin' great.

I work with the public. I work in an industry that a lot of "regular folk" don't understand and it shows. I have customers that bitch, moan, complain, have unrealistic expectations, have no sympathy, expect the whole world to bow at their feet and guess what....I love every damn minute of it...(even the ones where I'm bitching about said customers.)

I make a ton of money. (depending on your definition...my best year with this company was close to 70k...a lot to me, maybe not to some.)
I wear a suit to work every day. (A perk for me, maybe not for some.)
I sell.
I work with some pretty damn cool people...(most of whom are slackers, just like me, but we all try to hide it well.)
I'm very good at what I do. (Not arrogant, just the truth...or else they wouldn't keep hiring my dumbass back.)
For essentially the first time in my career, I'm not "the boss"...most people usually want to be the boss, been there, done that, making the same money now by not being the boss....plus my "boss" ain't half bad, so why would I want all the extra crap ?

What I do doesn't change the world, by any means, but it could change someones night, week, month or maybe even lifestyle, if the situation is right and I've done my job correctly.

I haven't really studied up on their "social media policies" so I'm not too sure if I can name the company by name without getting in trouble, so considering the time of night, I'm just not going to name them, but most of you who read this do so by way of facebook, so therefore you know where I work.

Outside of a few years in the newspaper business, I've worked retail my entire adult life. I started in retail when I was 16. Was running my own million dollar store at 20. I've been recognized on a local, regional and national level for the work I've done, but nothing, professionally, is when that customer looks at you and gives you a sincere "thank you" because you've helped them do something they couldn't do themselves and outside of our small professional fraternity, no one else in our industry could do for them. Personally, I'm kind of a dick (ask anyone that knows me, they'll tell you) but professionally, my clients love me.

I'm rebuilding everything in Iowa and now that I'm back where I belong professionally, excelling, being part of a team and loving it, everything just seems that much better.

Thanks George.

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