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In Shock

 Today was.... stunning. There's really not another word for it. Here's the story.

It started out pretty normally. This was my second day back to work from my vacation, which actually didn't turn out to be that restful and rather expensive on top of that. (Had to buy a new laptop as the old one croaked.)

Headed in to work at 6am all set to pull 2 hours OT and work until 4:30pm. Nothing new there. Around 1pm, my manager sametime's me and says I have a call on her phone. Naturally, the first thing I think of is my mother, then I think I'm going to kill her, because I told her not to use that number unless someone was dead or dying. 

Then I thought, "What if someone really *is* dead or dying?" I swallowed down my irritation and hurried over. 
I asked Rebekah (my manager), if she'd gotten the name of the person who was calling. She blinked at me and said, "Hmm. Yeah, I guess I could have done that, huh?" 

Yeah. Never mind. 

I answered in my professional voice, since I didn't know who was on the other end of the line. 

An overly friendly voice chirps my name and I immediately think of telemarketers. I answered yes, somewhat guardedly. 

"This is Eileen from the XXXXX Talent Recruitment Division, calling regarding the position you interviewed for two weeks ago."

I blinked, looked at nothing and my mouth kind of opened and closed a bit before I could spit out, "Yes?" I had been very, very excited at even interviewing for this job which was, admittedly, a huge stretch position for me. I didn't really have a chance in hell at getting it and there were thirteen applicants from all over the country for two positions. A week after applying, I'd heard scuttlebutt around several offices that the positions had been filled from two completely different divisions and no one from Claims had made it for either one. I was disappointed, though not at all surprised, and by this afternoon, I had written it off and moved on, actively looking for the next position I could try for. For that reason, I was blindsided by the call. 

The only thing going through my head was, "Why in the world are they calling me to let me know I didn't get it? They usually don't bother doing that."

"I'm very happy to let you know that we've decided to extend an offer for this position. Would you like me to give you a few details?"

My mouth opened and closed again but nothing came out. I swallowed a little and croaked, "Yes, please." Rebekah looked up from her work and raised her eyebrows at me. I ignored her. 

"This is a Band 3 position, (Entry professional in company-speak. Bands can span salary ranges of 10K dollars or more for lower levels. Wider ranges the higher the band.  I'm currently a low level band 2 at 30K/year. The CEO of the company is a Band 7.) and as such has a much, much higher market value than your current salary. Since your pay is so much lower than the new position, I'm prepared to offer you a 28% increase to a base salary of $38,500." 

I felt all the blood drain out of my face and I sat down, hard, in the chair next to Rebekah's desk. I was dizzy and my vision actually grayed out a little, while my heart was pounding and my hands shaking. She turned around and looked at me and started hissing, "Are you okay? Are you all right??" I waved her away and could only manage, "Oh...wow..."

Ms. Cheerful just laughed at me a little, while I was struggling so incredibly hard to be professional and not scream in her ear. I couldn't say anything. I just couldn't. The highest raise they're supposed to be able to give you for a move from Band 2 to Band 3 is 5%. That would have been $1500. Instead I got almost $9000. 

I couldn't say anything. The silence got a little uncomfortable. I opened my mouth and found I *still* couldn't say anything without the threat of screaming in her ear. 

"Umm," she faltered, a little of the cheer gone. "You don't have to decide right now... I mean, you can think it over if you need to and get back with Dani as soon as you've made a decision, or if you would like to accept, I can tell her right away?"

I finally unglued my tongue. "YES! Yes, I would love to accept the position!" Rebekah looked at me with wide eyes. 

"It begins November 19th."

"The 19th," I repeated, like an idiot. Rebekah's eyes widened even more and she mouthed, "That's only TWO WEEKS from now!!!"

Eileen was back to cheerful again. "Yes, well that's wonderful! You will, of course, receive a formal letter, offering you the position but for now did you have any other questions for me?"

I choked out a no.

"Alright. You'll be hearing from Dani soon with the details. Congratulations on your new position!"

I actually managed to get out a fairly enthusiastic "Thank you!" before I hung up.

Rebekah sent out an e-mail to the team right then, letting everyone know and alternated between bemoaning my loss and congratulating me. Rebekah was just as stunned as I was... hadn't had any idea. I was a little amazed to find out that my new manager hadn't even consulted Rebekah on my work habits, which is what usually happens on an internal promotion. Rebekah thought it over and decided that what had probably helped me the most was the high risk account I'm responsible for. I serve as the single point of contact for almost every escalated issue that comes through on this account and get it fixed, no matter who sends it. I've partnered with systems several times in working on glitches and getting them fixed and my name is probably all over the recovery projects for it. 

In the six months that I've had the account, we've gone from being on 30 day notice with them to getting them to renew for the next year with additional lives. That account has been my world for the last six months and nobody else wanted it, but it looks like this is my reward for it. 

A short while later, I got a sametime from a friend in the same area I'll be working in. I've been friendly with her, as she and I have worked together before on some of the aforementioned system problems for my account, and she congratulated me, telling me that Dani (my new manager) had just come out on the floor and told the team who was joining them. She also said Dani had said really good things about me and don't think for a moment I wasn't *freaking dying* to know what she said exactly, but I knew I shouldn't ask. I'm insanely curious as to *where* she got her info from though, as she obviously didn't get it from my current manager!

Well, my friend I spoke with is going to be my trainer. Training is informal and is all done online. There's no one else from my unit in my office. I've never met my manager or any of my coworkers and very likely won't. That's a little strange to me, honestly. Oh, and another thing that's odd is that my trainer said I'm going to be the third person on the team with my name. We can't even use last initials because my trainer's last name starts with the same letter as mine does. I hate my full name; I go by a nick. She does the same, as does the third girl, so I'm guessing since I'm new, we may have to come up with a new nickname for me. 

I'm just... I don't even know what to say. I'll get to work at home. Not waste gas and time driving, not worry about ice this winter (the little we get here, though it's always the freezing rain crap that coats *everything* and turns the entire world into an ice skating rink). Massive raise. Rewarding, challenging work where people really depend on me to solve their problems. 

Wow. Today was just. Amazing. 

Absolutely amazing. I feel incredibly blessed. 

Moria~

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springwoof
Nov. 7th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)
AWESOME!
::high-fives::

great news for you! congratulations.
moria_mine
Nov. 8th, 2007 02:03 am (UTC)
Thank you!!

A little bit of a bummer today: I discovered that it's *not* a work at home position after all but... I can live with that. I still get the massively huge raise and even though I don't get to work at home, I'll get a nifty manager's desk with a nice view out the windows.

:blinks stupidly: That is such a scary thought... I won't actually have a team, but my position is the structural equivalent of entry management. I'm not a peon anymore.

Wow.

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