I came into this company as a sweet little file room girl who would type up reports every once in a while and had her very own desk. My first very own work desk ever.
With my first pay cheque, I bought my mom and I Motorola Razr phones (mine was pink!). I had just graduated school, my son was two years old and potty training and apparently I made faces like this often (as per my photo research from my external hard drive):
It's hard to believe that EVILBOY was only this big when I started working here...
I never expected to stay in one place for so long.
I'm not a huge fan of big changes, but I am also a bit hot-headed at times and have been known to walk out of my other jobs over something that has pissed me off slightly. Like this one time, at the Mandarin, they told me to clean the washroom. I was 20 freaking years old...I didn't take that crap lightly...so I left. Telling a 20 year old to clean the washroom...the nerve!
These past six years haven't been all rainbows and butterflies. In fact, sometimes it's been ogres and troll butts, but amazingly, I have been able to overcome my urges
My co-workers have become like a second family to me. We work in very close quarters and I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to punch myself in the face for being so annoying, but they just sit back and take it with a smile on their faces while I rant on about the price of gas or how much I hate my dermatologist.
I am very grateful to be in an environment where we all can get through a day without punching each other in the face.
So here's to another six years...or until whenever they ask me to clean the washroom!