Remember the reader whose date turned out to be the husband of an employee at the company she was interviewing with? She got the job, and here’s her update from after she started working there.
So, she was told by friends of friends that I work here: my close friend’s husband works here too. I’ve been greeting lots and lots of my colleagues from previous jobs here, and they all expressed how glad they were I had come on board. My field is a really small world, and though we usually get fairly paltry raises, we get good pay bumps from rotating through different companies every so many years–we’re constantly running into folks we used to work with. *Except* Mrs. Dancer has been at this job ever since she graduated from college, so she doesn’t really have the same connections/network.
The company is being audited by a third party quality certification group, and literally everything she does is being combed through for her errors, and they are finding many. The lead on the third party quality group is from my hometown (in the middle of nowhere) and I actually went to grade school with his daughter. This keeps getting weirder and weirder, I swear the stars have aligned or something. Anyway, I get along well with the lead auditor, and he’s very good at his job. He and the other auditors have expressed how pleased they are with my work already (in just two weeks). The third party auditors handle the quality certifications, I never have to deal with her directly: she deals with them, and I deal with them, but we don’t have occasion to meet just because of how the third party system is set up. When I’m at lunch, I have plenty of current and former colleagues to sit with at the cool kids’ table, no worries there. We don’t speak to each other at all, and because my group has much more political power than hers (we determine whether the facility will be able to operate at all, as third party consultants ourselves), she really REALLY doesn’t speak to me or anyone else in my group.
The job is going pretty well so far, though it’s only been two weeks, and I’m getting lots of responsibility right off the bat. I like most of the people I work with–there are a few characters, there always are–and I like my client contact a lot, we also grew up in the same area. The client contact and my boss have been extremely supportive of me, which is awesome. We are in the middle of relocating the satellite office from Big City to Hipster Paradise, and when we’re done I’ll have a really nice office with a door, in a fashionable part of town only a few blocks from one of my favorite dance studios! Plus I get to pick out the office furniture. Very exciting!
I realize, however, that despite my networking like crazy to get the lowdown on the place before accepting the offer, most of this is pure dumb luck. I did buy myself some fantastic dance shoes, though.