“Fun in the sun,” they said
“Maybe you’ll get a little tan before your trip to Vegas,” they said
And by “they” I mean me and by “a little tan” I mean MY ENTIRE BODY IS ENGULFED IN FLAMES
I accepted the ah-mah-zing job offer. I’m not moving to San Francisco! I’m starting a new job in two weeks!
I’m sad to be leaving my old job. My coworker laughed at me when I said that. But I am! I worked with a team of almost entirely women, which is really different from the all-male tech startup environment I was used to. My coworkers were so collaborative and supportive and friendly and understanding… it’s not that male coworkers can’t be like that, but it felt really unique to be working toward a common goal with a community of women. My manager was so sweet that time I burst into tears because I was so frustrated with a community management issue. Yesterday, my manager’s manager - an executive with the company - called to tell me she was so sorry I was leaving, she really hoped she’d work with me again in the future, and I had been “nothing but a flawless employee.” My coworkers are effusive in their congratulations on my new job, and I know that a lot of them will stay friends of mine long after I leave.
I started this job at (progressive media company) a year ago. It’s been transformative. For the first time since college, I was in a full-time job that I loved. In the first few jobs I worked after graduating from college, I started to hate it so much that I worried maybe I just wasn’t cut out for the 9-5 world, and maybe I would just have to settle for a life of freelance gigs and scraping to make ends meet while Joe did the heavy financial lifting. Maybe we’d get a little place in Santa Ana and I could pop out a couple kids. Obviously, since I was so deeply miserable at a desk job, it wasn’t for me.
But I was wrong. In the past year I’ve thrived. And I would have stayed at this job until they carried my corpse away from my desk if things had stayed the same, but much to my dismay, things change. Our company was acquired, and I would have had to move to NYC or SF. Lots of uncertainty about the new company, which I hate. Different bosses, mostly male.
At my new job with (different, larger, better progressive media company that is still in LA), my manager is a woman. At the interview, we walked across the lobby, and she pointed out that the carpet they used was super deep pile, and you couldn’t wear high heels and walk in it. I thought pfffft a man designed this office. Then we got in the elevator and she turned to me and said, “And you just know a man designed this office.” Heaven.