In case you haven't heard from me or Kathleen yet, I got a new job. After 6 and a half years at Hancock's, I have finally moved on. Thanks to Kathleen, I heard about an opening as a receptionist at her advertising agency. I decided to go in for an interview, and when hearing that the pay and benefits were way more decent than what I was getting at Hancock's, I decided to go for it. Kelly, the woman who hired me, liked that I have experience in managing because if things work out right for me, she plans to train me to become an office manager in the future. I started on Monday, and so far it's all been a nice change of pace. I would list off the things that I like, but I realize that they are just the difference between retail and an office job, like getting to wear shoes because they are cute and not because they offer good arch support, and being able to keep a cup of tea at my desk all day. Oh yeah, and being able to send e-mail and occasionally be able to check the ol' LJ. So far I'm keeping busy with work, though, so there has been minimal need to entertain myself with the internet. And I have to make Kathleen look good, since she recommended me for the job.
One of the neat things about this job is that the office is in Bricktown. For those of you not from Oklahoma, Bricktown is an area of Oklahoma City that was built between the late 19th and early 20th century as a commercial area to cater to railroad traffic and businesses. After the Dust Bowl and WWII it became mostly vacant until a restoration project began about 10 years ago and it is once again a lively area full of restaurants, offices, clubs, shopping, event centers, a ballpark, and a canal that is trying to rip off San Antonio's Riverwalk. The original buildings remain so it has has that industrial early 20th century feel to it. It's pretty much the main attraction of Oklahoma City.
From my minimal research, I would estimate that this building was built between 1903-1911. That's pretty old for Oklahoma considering we are celebrating our centennial of statehood this year. Earlier today, we had an adventure in the freight elevator when it decided that rather than going to the fourth floor like we wanted it to, it would rather jerk around for two minutes when we were halfway to the door before giving up and then sliding all the way back down to the basement. We decided that rather than try to ride it back up to the second floor where our office is, that we would rather get off and take the regular elevator. When running into the maintenance man on our way back, Kelly said, "I thought you had fixed the freight elevator!" to which he replied, "We did!" and she told him about what had happened and then he said, "Oh, well it doesn't go above the third floor because it needs to be oiled." Thanks maintenance man. At least we were comforted by the fact that if the elevator dropped, it was going only four floors so we wouldn't be killed, only badly injured, and then we could sue the building owner and never have to work again.
Well I guess it's time to go eat some lunch. See ya!