On Monday I start a new job. I'm a little panicky about giving up my indolent artist's life. I never expected to love it as much as I did, and I will miss it. I'll miss the huge stretches of time for indulging in creativity. I'll miss the time I've had for poking away at household projects. I'll miss being relaxed and contented on a daily basis, and I have no doubt my husband and daughter will miss that too.
On the other hand, it's a pretty cool little company I'm going to work for. It's a tech-based start-up. I've never worked for a start-up before, and I'm guessing it's going to be an interesting experience. The company is owned by some of the most brilliant and idealistic people I've ever met. Those two characteristics don't always go together, but it's nice when they do.
The interview wasn't anything like I'd expected. They never asked any of the usual questions, and never asked for references or transcripts. One thing they did ask, though, was whether I can sing, because periodically they're apt to break out in song. I don't think the job depended on my answer to that question, but I'm not absolutely sure.
I really think I'm going to be happy there.
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