This weekend marked my 10-year anniversary at my company. Our standard celebration calls for the anniversaree (?) to bring in bagels for the office, so I hit the Bagel Train this morning and treated my coworkers to some magic.
Since our lives consist of milestones, this anniversary led me to reflect on my workplace and The Workplace, and how this morning’s Montaigne post was about the inconsistency of our lives, but here I am, 10 years from being hired as an associate editor on a magazine called Happi. The irony, of course, being that I was a depressive at 26 years old. Oh, and that my editor and I were voted most likely to take a sniper rifle to the rooftop.
But that was 10 years ago. We’re both still here, much more at ease with who and where we are. I’ve grown up a ton in that span, but I remain pretty childish about some things.
In general, I don’t like to write about the goings-on at work. I find it interminable when people tell stories about their offices, because those tales are so wrapped up in an intimate knowledge of the people and processes in place. So, if I provide a pretty scant take on what goes on from day to day at work, that doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot to do; it just means that it can be esoteric and would likely bore you.
That doesn’t explain why I persist with those Montaigne posts, but hey.
Congrats. That’s a pretty unusual milestone these days. Unless I’m just a job whore. The longest I’ve lasted anywhere is 4 years (and even there my job description changed 3 times). If you were living here you’d be entitled to a long service leave payout – I think it’s equivalent to about 6 weeks paid leave.
Mazal Tov, kiddo! – that truly is a milestone – onwards and upwards ……