The Bloody Doors Off

Or How I Spent My First Day at a New Job.

Okay, turns out, not a job. A contract. They want me to invoice them every 2 weeks. Hours on the honor system. Not what I was expecting. I kind of wanted the surety of having taxes paid, money dropped in my account. Not waiting for a cheque to arrive in the mail, waiting for it to clear.

And I spent my entire time creating the same damned pages as the senior layout artist, just as yes, another test.

I didn’t ask too many questions; they liked that. I am more familiar with the product; they liked that. I have a basic sense of the layout; they liked that. But I didn’t learn much about the tweaking that needs to be done, and can’t understand why I didn’t get to work on a few pages, have the editor mark it up, and then for me to fix it. I just feel like it was a … wasted opportunity.

Maybe it’s jitters. But when I get a new client (which I’m starting to think of them as), I don’t get jitters. I get the damned job done. So I’m already having a perspective shift on this. and I’m thinking, yeah, I wanna talk with that recruiter about opportunities he mentioned in the voice mail on Monday.

I was listening to this song on my iPod tonight on the ride home. It doesn’t hold any immediate significance in my life right now, but it did hit me.