How time flies.


Today was the 2nd anniversary of my return to the company I worked for. Before I left, I did 5 years of time there, then left for a couple of years. I then came back part-time on this date and have been back with them ever since.

Though the industry I work in is up and down and has slow days and fast days, I'm kinda-sorta glad that I work for some relatively nice people. I've worked in highly corporate environments, politically charged environments, and environments where it was difficult to get through a single day without lighting my hair on fire and jumping in front of a train out of sheer boredom.

I work the graveyard shift and as such spend a lot of time by myself. It's a sign of how well I've adapted to that that I've done it without batting an eyeleash at other places to the chagrin of other people who scratch their heads and wonder how I can do it.

Doesn't bother me, I prefer working by myself anyway. It helps that I know how to do my job and that I care about doing it right. I grew up a son of a Teamster truck driver who cared very much about his work and impressed that upon me when I began working. That impression still lasts today, and though I'm currently comfortable where I'm at, there have been times that I've been incensed at other people's lack of caring and contempt for the job. It's appalling.

I once had a software vendor at another place I worked at call me "the perfect company man." I took it as a compliment. I helped him and his co-workers when they needed it and participated in a live demonstration of the software for other clients that they brought in. It didn't bother me and I was glad to help him out. Sometimes I miss working there, though I definitely don't miss the politics.