I gave my new employer my blog name in the interview as a way to give myself some sort of memorable personality, more than I could possibly give in a job interview. I suspect it helped me land the position (which is also how I got my first editing job), but it has one unfortunate consequence: I can never blog about my job, except to say that I love it.
I’m typing this blind on my phone. I wasn’t issued a laptop today at my job, as I was hoping, so I am still computerless at home. For some reason, my phone won’t let me scroll down the new post screen, so I can’t see a word of this. Forgive me. I realize the humor of a no-longer-entry-level editor posting about her first day at a new, important job, and that post being riddled with mistakes.
Because I began my new position immediately after the first of the month, I have to wait a whole month before I can enroll in my company’s health insurance plan. Which means that today I found out my Flonase costs $67 and my birth control $59. Which means I told the pharmacist to give me a month, and then I instead stocked up on cheap allergy medicine, cranberry juice, and condoms. Sorry, mom. Yes, I’m having pre-marital sex. It’s one of the joys of being post-marital.