To survive you need a meal ticket
To stay alive you need a meal ticket
Feel no pain, no pain
No regret, no regret
When the line’s been signed
You’re someone else
Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest
It has been a while, hasn’t it? My last entry was in March, right before I started my job search. Because I can split my focus in only so many slices, I decided I needed to concentrate on finding a new job. By March I was feeling much better (but you should see me now!) and started my job search in earnest. I sent out over 25 resumes, and only got three interviews. But one is all it takes, right?
I almost didn’t send my resume to my new employer. It was for another tobacco company, and I wasn’t sure that is what I wanted to do. Plus, I could tell by the job description that it would be a step backwards in terms of my career (what career, I thought?) And, the pay was a steep drop from what I was used to. But I figured, what the heck?
I received a call from an HR manager almost immediately. After buying a new suit, having not worn one for years, and dyeing my beloved gray hair brown again, I embarked on a series of interviews, first with the GC and the one other lawyer in the company, then with the GC of the parent company in Denmark, and then finally with the presidents of the three U.S. subsidiaries for which I would provide legal services.
I was not sure how to take the GC when I first met him. He was missing something. What was it? Oh, yeah, I finally realized what he was missing– that giant rod up his butt that the lawyers at my old job all had secured firmly up their derrieres. Instead, he was personable and very forthcoming about everything– the good, the bad and the ugly. This man holds nothing back.
He was looking for someone with tobacco experience, and I fit the bill.
Long story short, I took the job.
Almost immediately, the other lawyer resigned.
Crap, what have I gotten myself into?
The other lawyer wanted to make more money, so he left. Too bad. In the short time I got to know him, I liked him a lot. But I could tell he was ready to move on the greener pastures.
Fortunately, the departing attorney knew of a lawyer from D.C. who wanted to move back to Richmond, and who also had FDA experience, which the company needed because of the impending federal regulations. More on that later.
Although I asked a lot of questions about the corporate culture, having been through the meat grinder before, I still had some trepidation about the new job. I think that’s normal. But during the first few weeks, I had trouble adapting to the lack of stress. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
On the Friday of my first week, I thought it had. I received an e-mail from the GC with no subject line. Uh, oh, I thought. Here it comes.
To understand why I was concerned, you have to understand what I was used to. At my previous job, I saw the GC maybe four times a year. And her communication skills made a mime seem talkative. We rarely received a communication directly from her. Mostly they came through her management team, and it was hit or miss as to whether the message made its way down to the minion level where I toiled.
When we did receive an e-mail directly from her, you could almost hear the intake of breath from the other lawyers as it popped onto their screens. News directly from her was rarely good. Often, it involved new assignments for some of the lawyers. She liked to re-arrange the deck chairs about once a year, just to keep everyone on their toes. And the e-mail would be the first time anyone learned about the new assignments, including, I imagine, the lawyers who were being reassigned. (Maybe not, but I’ll never know because, as I’ve mentioned, communication in the law department there was tantamount to non-existent. Corps in a morgue have better communication skills.
So, on this Friday in May, when I saw this e-mail from the GC, my thoughts were racing around my head. Had I screwed up already? Had I stepped onto a landmine? Walked into a buzz saw? Had I pissed off a VP so soon? I hadn’t even talked to one yet. Boy, that was fast. I held my breath as I opened the message.
The e-mail contained only one thing– a link to a website. I clicked on the link.
It took me to the Krispy Kreme website. They were giving away free donuts on Saturday.
I just about fell out of my chair. The GC, the person who has the ear of the President of the Company, the guy (in this case) who deals with all of the most serious legal issues facing the company, took the time to send out a link to the Krispy Kreme website.
I felt like I had gone from the Twilight Zone to Romper Room. But not in a bad way, I promise you. I don’t mean to suggest that this place was like a kindergarten. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was finally being treated like a professional again, something I had not enjoyed since my days at H&W.
No, what I mean is this, and this was the toughest thing for me to get used to–
My new boss has a sense of humor.