Let's Talk Shop, Shall We?

I can honestly say I'm not happy with the job but I'm also not miserable. I'm just here. Content? And I loathe that word.

To all you marketing peeps out there, I apologize if I sound ignorant. I do not like marketing. When I was in college, I first started out as pre-law. I wanted to be a lobbyist so badly when I entered UT. I was going to graduate and head straight to D.C.
...that was before I took an advertising elective, which led to a communications course, eventually landing me in a PR class. I fell in love. I'm so not kidding. If the PR course was Cowboy, it'd be a done deal. I heart PR. I quickly changed majors and that was that. I've been doing PR since. And customer relations. And event planning.

Those are my three loves.

Marketing is not. Yes, they are different. Sometimes they cross over and work hand in hand. Yes, I do more marketing in my new role than ever.

Here's the deal my new position is a temporary contract position. There is no end date; so I could be let go, anytime. I'm 100% certain, the term is going to be at least a year. But with a contract position comes several pros and cons.

Pros: There is no commitment. I get paid for every hour I work, at home or the office. If I have a problem I take it up with the temp firm, not my employer.

Cons: I'm not privy to any of the company perks i.e a blackberry, health benefits, company credit card and/or reimbursements. The list can go on.

Here's the deal, plain and simple - I do not get the opportunity to be creative. Something I loved with the jewelry. We have an interactive agency that does everything - I suggest things but since I don't understand marketing all that well, they usually get tossed.

I miss planning events soooooo much. And to that I am grateful this is a temporary position. If I found something else, I feel that my boss and temp firm would have to understand that I found a permanent position. Then that leads me to...

How Much I Love Love Love My Boss

My boss is the best. She has the cutest southern accent. She's the hippest over 50 woman I know. She has the cutest grandbaby. And here's the best part: she sneaks out the office to go home early and then calls me to do the same.

Example Phone Convo-
Me: This is Golightly
Boss: Hey, I left.
Me: Oh
Boss: Well, I left like an hour ago...did anyone notice?
Me: I don't think so
Boss: Ok, pack up your stuff and leave
Me: Uhm...
Boss: Don't worry, Lisa is in a meeting until forever, she won't notice a thing.
(Lisa is her boss, hence my superior boss)

You know I thought about it for a second and boogied on out.

I heart her. And hence the problem. Love the boss, dislike the job. And please don't be one of those that says, maybe you'll learn to love it. No way. I'm PR and events all the way. No if, ands ,or buts. I'm not regretting picking this job over the other; but do not think a day goes by and I'm not wondering how it would have been.

Shit.