My fdos, first day of school, posts are something of legend. Okay, not really, they are as plain Jane “look at how my kids have grown” posts as anyone else’s. But I am stealing the name fdos to share with you my fdow: first day of work as a permanent employee in three years. It doesn’t seem real, and I pinched myself inside the supply closet among the battery-operated toothbrushes and Water Piks because I am that nerd.
This is the first job I’ve ever had for which not only am I fully Googleable, legal name and all, but that my employer is aware of my social media presence. In fact, my online writing project played a significant part in getting me the position. For several months, I was using a traditional resume to apply for jobs, then when I felt confident yeah write could be used as a marketing communication portfolio piece, I added it to two cover letters.
Out of the two letters, I got one callback and the eventual job. Again, this is after months and months of applying and cover lettering and why me-ing. The editors at yeah write were my professional references and they were the stars of the show at my second interview. The hiring manager couldn’t stop talking about them. It became my job to lose.
For some reason, just to increase my chances of not getting it, I was myself throughout the entire interview. Talkative? Check. Over-share-y? Check. Demanding? Check. Dismissive of offices still using Microsoft Publisher? Check, check, check.
Overconfident? Yes, please.
Until the deadline passed for when I was semi-promised a decision by the doctor and the hiring manager. I stood in Louise’s kitchen in my pajamas holding a cocktail trying to figure out when and how I could move my kids and me into Louise’s house rent-free without her noticing. Someone who’s less of a slob probably could have gotten away with it. I knew I was not that person and wondered if I could find an available underpass in the kids’ school zone—with wifi.
It’s still unbelievable to me I signed tax and citizenship verification forms today. I have a work station. Tomorrow, I will have passwords, entry codes and whatnot. I will adjust to wearing shoes without prominent athletic logos. I will iron! I will manage the dental practice’s community relations, social media, marketing communication and PR.
I shall keep it a secret from my toddler that I have Fridays off. But not from my mother-in-law in case she wants to use Friday as a travel day to meet halfway to take him off my hands. I’m free this Friday, Nana.
Are you ever paranoid you’ll accidentally piss somebody off on the Internet who will mobilize her 6,000 Twitter followers to phone-bomb your employer just to harass and intimidate and cause your immediate termination? Um, me neither. Don’t do me like that, Internet. It’s 2013, and we now use our integrated social and professional profiles for helping each other out.
Thanks for helping me out, Internet.