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dolariIt's funny.
In the last year, I've felt very down, mainly coming from my job situation. At Speakeasy, I felt very unappreciated, taken advantage of, and beat down. A manager who wouldn't listen to me, lack of upward mobility, being the ping pong in a game of office politics. I felt soul crushed, and when the Speakeasy gig ended, I was deeply hurt. Wounded badly. Felt like I just wasn't worth anything anymore. And for months afterwards...I was just hurt all the way to the core.
Today I visited my old friends at DNP. They were surprised and happy to see me, and I was happy to see them as well. Lots of hugs, lots of talk. Lots of good times rememebered. I was even offered a temp job before the HR person knew I was only visiting for a few weeks. I'd had problems with DNP at the beginning, but at the end, I loved the place (although the 4 hour split sleep scheule was wrecking me physically), and the people. I'd loved the people since the beginning. It fely VERY famiy-ish. And It wasn't until I got mired down at Speakeasy that I'd realized how good the company I had left behind had been.
I spent an hour flitting about the building talking to people here there and everywhere. And when I left, I felt good. I felt like I was remembered and appreciated and they missed me. I felt like I MATTERED and made a DIFFERENCE. Enough of one that they even offered to take me back. At Speakeasy, I felt like I was being told "Sit Down, Shut Up And Take The Damned Calls." More companies could take lessons from DNP and how they treat their good employees.
I didn't take the offered temp job because it would have started a few days before I would be leaving back to Seattle. The more I think about it, the more I think it was a mistake to turn it down. Heck, the longer I stay in Texas, the more I realize Seattle was a mistake. But I'll go back,. Try to make it work, For Emily.
Either way, thanks for making my day, DNP. You're missed. Very much.
In the last year, I've felt very down, mainly coming from my job situation. At Speakeasy, I felt very unappreciated, taken advantage of, and beat down. A manager who wouldn't listen to me, lack of upward mobility, being the ping pong in a game of office politics. I felt soul crushed, and when the Speakeasy gig ended, I was deeply hurt. Wounded badly. Felt like I just wasn't worth anything anymore. And for months afterwards...I was just hurt all the way to the core.
Today I visited my old friends at DNP. They were surprised and happy to see me, and I was happy to see them as well. Lots of hugs, lots of talk. Lots of good times rememebered. I was even offered a temp job before the HR person knew I was only visiting for a few weeks. I'd had problems with DNP at the beginning, but at the end, I loved the place (although the 4 hour split sleep scheule was wrecking me physically), and the people. I'd loved the people since the beginning. It fely VERY famiy-ish. And It wasn't until I got mired down at Speakeasy that I'd realized how good the company I had left behind had been.
I spent an hour flitting about the building talking to people here there and everywhere. And when I left, I felt good. I felt like I was remembered and appreciated and they missed me. I felt like I MATTERED and made a DIFFERENCE. Enough of one that they even offered to take me back. At Speakeasy, I felt like I was being told "Sit Down, Shut Up And Take The Damned Calls." More companies could take lessons from DNP and how they treat their good employees.
I didn't take the offered temp job because it would have started a few days before I would be leaving back to Seattle. The more I think about it, the more I think it was a mistake to turn it down. Heck, the longer I stay in Texas, the more I realize Seattle was a mistake. But I'll go back,. Try to make it work, For Emily.
Either way, thanks for making my day, DNP. You're missed. Very much.
