It's Dirty, I Say - Cheaper Than Therapy Cheaper Than Therapy

Lots of you have asked about my new job, and interestingly, it’s in the same way people used to ask about my blog. “Are you going to put this on your blawwwwwg?” friends would ask when something particularly ridiculous happened like that time I stepped on the bird. I would answer sarcastically, as I’m apt to do.

“How’s the gaaaaarbage industry?” you ask. And I get it, because, well, it’s garbage. But, once again, I find myself answering sarcastically, as I’m apt to do.

“Dirty,” I say.

Womp, womp.

I don’t know if I have mentioned this, but it’s now 2.5 months in, and I really like my job. Sure, I dip my toes into corporate communications and pr and marketing, but for the most part I’m in the social media department. Which, well, is a department of ONE, and this essentially means that I spend a lot of time working on my own (or sometimes screaming into my cubicle phone to our web guys in Montreal).

During the first few weeks I spent most of my days with my confused face on and basically worried that I was doing just about everything wrong, from making copies to running our social media accounts. When I left my job at yummuymummyclub, I spent the weeks before my last day making documents called “How to be Ali” in which I detailed what a day in the life of the editor-in-chief looked like. I’m sure it was at least a little bit helpful to the incumbent.

My position now is a brand-spanking-new one, so there was no one to create “How to be the person who had this job before” documents for me. So, I sucked it up and realized that there are no stupid questions. I lie. There are stupid questions, and I ask them. A lot of them. In addition, I sucked it up and realized that

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and that I am damn good at social media.

(And I am making garbage sexy)

So here we are. 2.5 months in and I’m learning every single day. I’m learning to ask questions, I’m learning to have confidence in my abilities, and I’m learning that a cubicle plant goes a really long way.

I really like my job.

Maybe today I’ll figure out how to pick up my voicemail.