Kill Crocodiles, Get Promoted.

Alright, so basically I've had a crazy year, and we've only had 16 days of it so far. Truthfully the crazy started back in October and hasn't seemed to slow.. Following my return from bereavement time off of work, I threw myself back into the regular routine of working hard and getting crap done. It was alright. I still had hard days thinking about my strange new identity as orphan. Not as glamorous as Harry Potter, people. I didn't get a Hogwarts letter, no wand, Nothing!

But back into the busy design world I went, trudging through the deluge of work like I was battling crocodiles in the swamps of some jungle, machetes blazing, bullets flying, it was WAR, and I was conquering! Seriously, my packaging skills have never been so fine tuned.

What an awesome blessing it is to be employed... Seriously!!!

Anyway, the trick of working hard continues, late nights and self torturous long hours keeping up with the work load apparently didn't go unnoticed. (How could it? I mean, it was like crocodiles. Remember the crocodiles?) So, a week ago, I get approached by my manager and asked to attend a meeting early in the morning... and to "Please be on time".

Dutifully I was, and found myself in a meeting. A meeting that went over the new roles which would be implemented among the Art Department staff. This was great, I finally had an idea of where I stood, and what my job was. (No Crocodile slayer was not a position title, though I suggested it.)

The following wednesday I was again asked into a meeting, this time by my boss. Where I was offered a PROMOTION! That's right, all the crocodile carcasses I had accumulated started to stink... Um, and in a good way? (That analogy got away from me.)

Anyway, promotion! Huzzah! I'm now a Senior Graphic Designer over all Packaging. This is a huge responsibility, and I hope to be a good mentor and leader. I struggle with confrontation and my twisted sense of work ethic... But I think this will be a great opportunity. Plus I get more moneys! Can't forget the moneys!?! MONEY!!! WooHoo! (As you can tell, I'm psyched about the moneys.)

Now all I have to do is step back and get some much needed rest, I've killed too many crocodiles over the past two months, and it's starting to show. (i.e. Blood spatter, cuts, scrapes, rabies... Ya know, all that standard kind of stuff.) I wonder if my new team will mind the foaming at the mouth and twitching? Guess we'll find out.

Here's to more moneys and crocodiles! :)