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Friday, May 18, 2007

Receptionist to Controller

A few years ago, almost 8 years to the day, I started as a receptionist for a leasing company in Syracuse, New York. It was May 19, 1999. I had been back in New York from my 8 month stint in Virginia for just a couple of months. I had a temp job that had me working at the newspaper for 8 weeks. It's too bad they didn't see a good thing when they had it - silly circulation department. So I moved on to become a receptionist at Allegretto Ltd. just to get my foot in the door somewhere. I didn't know what I wanted to do or where I was headed when I made the move back North. I just knew I needed a decent job so I could afford to move into my own place and not burden my Dad. It was my head that was spinning and confused on what I was doing with my life - I didn't need to drag him along for the ride.

It was a great first real job for me. I didn't have a ton of experience working, so answering phones, ordering supplies, and helping out with some of the documentation and tasks of the leasing biz was interesting and a learning experience. I even remember the first time a customer yelled at me on the phone. I wasn't working on his file or knew anything about why he had been called by someone in the office or why he was calling. He just felt like verbally beating up the first person who crossed his voice waves. Bastard. But he gave me my first callous towards people who are totally rotten. The cool thing was the program manager, Dan, called him and gave him hell for yelling at me. It was great. Dan ended up being my direct supervisor when I changed roles in the company.

I was a quick learner, very organized, a hard worker - Dick and I worked on this monster deal that took us to Texas, required weekend work at the office, work at home after hours, and numerous happy hours to unwind - and even worked on small leases for the Subway account. This was all evidence of talent they wanted to retain. Yahoo! I was promoted to work on the Micros Leasing program. I remember my friend Lisa telling me it could be a very "lucrative" position. I would work on actual lease deals - work on applications, prepare lease documents, close deals, etc. and make a small percentage on each deal that closed in a month. I soon learned commission was a great thing. Lisa and I both worked for the Micros program, and after she left, I moved into the senior position. I worked with a couple of girls in that job, and I learned a lot about the equipment leasing business. So after the company split and Dick stayed in the downtown office, I knew where my loyalties would lie when he offered me a position to stay with his company. I was even offered a new position and more money by the old company the same day I was going to give them my resignation. It was SUCH a coincidence, that I am still not sure to this day they didn't know something was up. They say they didn't but they are notorious liars. Either way, their money didn't mean much. I still left and went back to the office on Salina Street.

I have been with Par Finance Corporation now since September 10, 2001. Yep the day before 9/11. What a way to start a new job. Plus the companyhad only been up and running since April of that year, but in that time, the tasks that I would do were done by men who had little attention to detail. So there was a lot of cleaning up to do. It has been interesting to work for a company made up of 4 people for almost 6 years now. Three of the four have been together the whole time. We have had only one leave and be replaced by somebody we had worked with at the old company. It has been the same basic crew the whole time I have been in this business. It is definitely like a family. And now one of my family members is moving to Texas.

Rich, our Controller, is moving to Texas in about a month. He gave his resignation this past Monday, and his last day is June 8th. It's a shock, but change can be interesting. I thought it will be interesting yet scary to see who will replace him.

His replacement is me!

Dick said he wanted to take me to lunch today, so I figured he wanted to talk to me about what to expect or to get my opinion on the situation, who to hire, etc. Not once did I think he would ask me to step into that position. At first, I said I don't know how to do Rich's job. But then it didn't take long for me to realize that this is really the kind of step up I need. It is good timing too...sort of. I will be overwhelmed to finish school, learn a new job, then train somebody in my old position. But the timing is good because I am now finishing school, and I knew I would be looking for another challenge for my brain. Plus the extra money will be needed to repay student loans!! And I was getting a little bored with my job. I had no plans to leave but it was getting hard to get and stay motivated. I won't miss some of the mundane things I had to do working on lease deals and calling pain-in-the-butt customers. I am very excited and still in a little bit of shock that I will be the Controller for a small corporation. I started as a receptionist in 1999 and have worked my way up to a Controller. I am so freakin' lucky it's ridiculous!

Leg up!!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

It takes time

Theory: after a break up, it takes half the amount of time you were with that person to get over him/her. OMG I still have three years to go, or if you are counting in months, 15 months have passed so far and that hasn't done the trick; so there are 86 months to go. But if you listen to this theory, that's four years total! Good Lord that is a whole stint in college. That's twice as long as it took to get my Master's! I bring this up because it was mentioned on Sex and The City last night, and I had recently heard this theory elsewhere. It is an interesting idea. Well at least I know I'm normal...I think. I guess that is debatable but for a completely different reason! ha ha But I digress...

Now on to a more pressing topic. American Idol! I am watching tonight's results show. I love Jordin - spunky, a good singer, and tall! She looks like she could seriously hurt somebody. I think the final two will be Jordin and Melinda, and at this point I really don't know who will come out the victor. I have been a Melinda believer for a long time but Jordin has really gained some major ground. This is terrible - the last four, I like them all. Can't they all stay?? Dammit. We are about to hear who is going home....well it's not Jordin. Sit down down, sista!

I have never been a big fan of Barry Gibb. I don't like his voice nor am I crazy about his music. Yuck. I guess I can fast forward through this...which I just did but now I am caught up. Rats. Well there isn't that much time left anyway.

Melinda just slid home safely. Lakisha and Blake are left standing; my guess is Blake. OMG Simon just guessed Lakisha is heading home - huh. I thought he would've guessed Blake. Yep it's Lakisha.

Speaking of finalists going home, I'm going to see Chris Daughtry in a few weeks!! Then he'll be at SPAC opening for Staind and Nickelback in July!!! OMG freakin' fantastic. Tickets go on sale Saturday! Wahoo!! What a way to cap my vacation. Love it!

Leg up!!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Almost there!

12 down, 1 to go!

I just turned in the fifth component of my final project - there are six parts in all. Even though I only have one paper left, the final class looks like a LOT of work. I think it will include a lot of editing and revamping the parts I have already completed. But so far only part 2 needs some adjustments. I achieved 100% on parts 1, 3 and 4! I can't believe I start my final class tomorrow.

Typing up this last bit of the paper tonight wasn't easy though. I play co-ed softball on Monday nights. This is only my second season playing in this co-ed league, and I played on one before. However, now I play third base. That position scared me in college against girls. Granted I never played third base in college, but I never wanted to play the "hot corner." No way did I want a ball drilled down my throat or at my head (okay a ball graze my head once when I was pitching but the thought of third base still frightened me more). Well some how last summer people were trying different positions, and some how one day I ended up at third. Unfortunately, I have this idea that I have to do my best no matter where I am or what I am doing. So I went and had a good defensive game and third and now am permanently placed there. It certainly keeps me alert. When a guy is batting, I stand back as far as I can while there is still dirt under my feet. Reaching the grass I figure is a little much, but I am very close. My arm can handle the throw to first. Tonight I had a good pick up going to my left, but after that I threw the ball to first...well about 2 feet over my first baseman's head. Oops! I had a couple of pop flies I managed not to drop. Then came the 7th inning (at least I think it was the 6th), which we almost didn't play because of the time limit and darkness, but the stupid jocks on the other team insisted we finish the game. I hate them more than ever now!

After one out, a guy steps up to the plate and on the first pitch he sends a screaming line drive at me. But it was as if I was playing catch with somebody. I raised up from my ready position, I caught the ball at chest level, only nobody I have ever played ball with could ever fathom throwing that hard. I have caught the ball in the "wrong" spot before. You know that part of your palm at the base of your pointer finger where once that spot is bruised, it's bruised for the life of the season? Well it hit just to the right of that so it hit a litte between the bones of the pointer and middle finger in the palm of my hand. After I threw the ball back to the pitcher I thought it's a good thing I keep that pointer finger outside the glove through its little escape hatch. That extra padding may have helped. However, then I thought wow the back of my hand feels odd and like the glove is getting tighter. When we finally got the third out, I headed back to the bench, took off my mitt, and saw that the back of my hand was actually swelling! The pain had increased and my hand was tightening. I didn't have to bat that inning nor did we have to go back in the field - lucky for me. As I drove home I had trouble gripping the steering wheel, felt the pain spreading to other fingers and down into my wrist. It didn't last in those other spots but it was a little unnerving. I managed to finish my paper, and continue to use the puffy hand to type now but I fear what will see and feel in the morning. I guess I should go take some advil, eh?

Okay well we're on to May and only 6 weeks until my next diploma is achieved...along with a higher student loan payment! Wahoo! The price for gaining wisdom. Ha!

Leg up!!!