InsaneJournal

It's been a month since I last wrote. So you don't know about my shiny new job, and me dancing tango, and me thinking of setting up a band, and 3 examination repeatings, and... lots of stuff.

As you remember, I was in search of a corrector/editor vacancy. And I saw one on the popular job hunting site. The company's profile is any kind of service for insurance companies. Professional magazines, audit, education. And first when I came to this company, I came to get a junior editor job. It took me two hours to fill in all questionnaires (They even had questions like "What hobbies do you share with your family members"). The job interview with the chief executive Diana had been lasting for an hour, when she asked me if I really wanted to get this job. "Editors," - she said, - "sit in a small room staring to their computers, cold and voiceless, each one on the tip of his own iceberg." Sometimes they don't talk to each other all day - only when they're on the dinner break. And nobody makes a compliment to you, never.
Well yes, I'm not a kind of a person that can keep silence all day long. And I need to be encouraged regularly.
I said I was not sure about this but I really wanted to work in this place. Because I felt much respect to this woman, and I liked the atmosphere - businesslike and serious, but at the same time friendly and... kinda cosy. You can see this in small companies, where a little bunch of people achieve success in doing a lot of things fast and effective. Everything is well-organized and everybody likes his job. Truly amazing and very rare.
And so she smiled and said she'd think of another proposal to make. Few days later she called and offered me to work as a telemarketing specialist. I swear I didn't have a clue what a telemarketing specialist is... but I said yes eagerly.
Then I have another interview with my future boss Natalia (she seemed wonderful to me, too), and it becomes clear to me that it is all about sales and telephone calls.
And the bad thing is that I feel very uncomfortable when I call people that I don't know. "Very uncomfortable" = it creeps the hell out of me. But anyway, I'm a brave little rabbit, I've already said yes and I'm not going to surrender. When I started working... I was all like "AAAAA please I'm not here", but time passes, and so far, everything goes just better and better. I love my boss and my co-workers (one of them is a skydiver; our directors, Diana and Max, are kayak paddlers; lots of nice interesting people around me!). This friday evening Diana told me that one of the reasons to employ me was that I was not afraid of finding my own way. It almost made me cry.