I’ve successfully completed one whole week of work at my new job, and here’s the verdict: this is a pretty cool job. As the new Marketing Coordinator, I am in charge of a marketing department that before I arrived really did not exist, and is now made up exclusively of me. So the job training on the ground has been pretty thin; i.e. nonexistent. At first, that was a little disconcerting, but once I got used to it, I started really enjoying it. After all, my preferred method of learning how to do something is to figure it out as I go along. This probably stems from my homeschool past, where I never had a chance to get used to being told what to do or how to do it.
In the same vein, there’s not really a whole lot of supervision, nor is there much procedural red tape. The CEO (to whom I report) pops in on me every once in a while to see if I need anything, but other than that, I just work away, doing whatever I think is best. So in the absence of anyone breathing down my neck, I’ve developed my own system of reporting on what I’m doing, which has been deemed satisfactory by the powers that be.
So now all that remains is for me to roll out an internet marketing and social media strategy for the company and implement it. Which is all kinds of exciting, and will be great experience. I’ve done a lot of this before, but have spent most of the past couple of years focusing on copywriting and editing. The internet marketing scene changes so rapidly that things go out of date after a couple of years, so I am excited to be getting back in the loop and figuring out what’s hot in SEO and social media right now.
There are a few downsides, I guess. The commute to work is an hour, which would be pretty normal in Southern California, but is long for Florida. Between NPR and a constant supply of library audiobooks, I get by pretty well, though. And four minutes from work, within perfect lunch hour striking distance, is this:
The only thing that’s been a little overwhelming is the fact that I am all alone out here in Florida. Tony and the children are still in California until the first week of August. Which is terribly lonely. Is it possible to become seriously ill from snuggle deprivation?
Also, all of the jobs at home fall to me when I get home from work. So, for example, when I came home after two and a half weeks in California to my foot-high jungle lawn, it was up to me to mow it. Which has taken me three days so far because the combination of very long grass and very small short person trying to manhandle the lawnmower through the jungle keeps overheating said lawnmower, and results in what looks like the most amateur, uneven haircut ever. Plus, we’re in the Genesis-Device monsoon season, so the parts I mowed three days ago are already looking ready to be mowed again. If Tony can’t find me when he comes home, he should look for me outside, where I may have fallen to the ground in exhaustion and been quickly buried in waves of madly growing lawn.