April 24, 2003
Vice President Woods
My client finally twisted my arm sufficiently to get me to accept a position with the company. I've been told that my official title includes the words "vice president" in it somewhere. My daughter and the dogs are impressed. My wife knows better. Fresno, my cat, reacted with his usual indifference...
Those of you familiar with the banking industry realize that just about everyone with the exception of the tellers and the janitor is a vice president. Still, I was surprised to land at this job grade. It's one ahead of most of my team members, and equal to my boss.
In real terms, I'll continue to do the same stuff that I've always done around here, but now the overtime that was non-existent (and that I would have been paid for) for the past six months will now become commonplace (now that I won't get paid for it). Not that I'm griping! I can't believe how much vacation time I get on top of company holidays, I just have to find the time to take it all...
I'm not blinded by the illusion that being perm instead of temp will afford me any real security -- it won't. However, I won't miss writing that check for health insurance every month. And searching for a new gig every twelve months gets old after a while, so it will be nice to stay put for a change.
Overall, I'm grateful that I've been provided for so abundantly. Everytime that I get down in the dumps about this place, I remind myself about the scores of programmers that are still unemployed or under employed. Whatever faults this company has, it still allows me to do the things that I really love to do.
Now if I can just find the time to get that studio built so that I can get back to my stained glass work...
