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Well folks, it's official: I received my formal promotion yesterday, and have accepted it today. I am now clawing my way out of that murky title known as "freelancer" to those like me; "glorified intern" to everyone on the outside. Im chipper about it. Despite the fact that I have long since lost the abilitiy to display emotion facially, I am confident that those working with me will notice a distinct elevation in my mood. When once it lingered lazily at 48.3% satisfaction, it will now skyrocket to 52.1% satisfaction, and then plateau at a blissful 53% satisfaction rating. This is intense. I hope Kohl's Corp. will be able to handle the new me.
But seriously, this is a big step in the right direction. The big dip in pay (think $14K dip), will be worth it. I am now entering that wonderful world that so many currently enjoy: The Insured. I was looking over my benefits package with people who, unlike me, would actually know what all the numbers and jargon meant, and supposedly it's worth it. Essentially, all I was able to take from the conversation was: small deductibles = good. Also, I guess their 401K Policy (another concept that is completely so far beyond my mental abilities) is excellent. Everytime I hear 401K, I still always think it's some kind of farming club.
My official title will be: Advertising Designer: Beauty, Accessories, and Fine Jewelry. Basically, I have the gayest job in the whole Corporation.
I have, however, managed to lose a document that im assuming was very important as it had to be signed by a few different higher-ups, and I think by me as well. Urrr... I've said it before, and I'll say it again: It's amazing that I've managed to stay alive and functional for as long as I have. If we were 500 years in the past, I would have been dead before I got out of diapers. Possibly before I escaped the womb. However, if this truly were 500 years ago, I would never have been born as my mom would have been stoned for some sort of wrong-doing, Im sure.
EDIT: Alright, turns out I did not lose the document. It was in a manilla envelope sitting neatly on my desk. In my defense, though, I was looking for white sheets of paper and NOT manilla envelopes. Darwinism still applies.
Friday Im in Chicago.
Disneyworld Dec 31 - Jan 8.
Love me.
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