Seventeen and Counting
Jun. 13th, 2011 07:27 amToday marks my seventeenth anniversary at work. This one is fun in a sense that it hits on the exact day of the week when I started. It seems so long ago, yet it doesn't.

Geez... I can't believe I'm posting this...
I thought about it a lot yesterday. Seventeen years ago yesterday, I had moved into my one-bedroom apartment with nothing more than a bed I'd just purchased, boxes of my stuff and a small, 13-inch color TV with no cable. I had a seven-year old Pontiac 6000LE that I'd bought earlier that week in the parking lot. The ink on my bachelor's degree was almost dry. I was 21 years old. To say I had just started my adult life would be an understatement, definitely humble beginnings.
My first professional job as a chemist started the next day. I was apprehensive, having no idea what I was in for and getting very little sound advice from my parents. I had already picked out the clothes I was planning on wearing, jeans and a button-up, which I had observed the chemists in the lab wearing during my interview. I had bought groceries, mostly junk food, and ordered a pizza for dinner I think. I popped myself down to watch whatever TV my antenna would pick up and found nothing on but news report after news report about a stupid white-Bronco chase on the west coast. Yeah, OJ had covered the airwaves all day and would continue all night. I turned the TV off.
I went to bed early that night, curling up on my bed in my living room, my alarm clock sitting on a couple of boxes within arm's reach. I had trouble falling asleep because of my nervousness, but eventually conked out. The next day I'd walk the tightrope without the safety net of school beneath me. While the next day was a comedic day of errors, I got through it, starting what has turned into a very fruitful career.
If you would have told me then what I would go through the next 17 years, I'd have not believed you -- leaving the lab, moving to Kansas City and back, traveling overseas by myself, teaching computer courses, coming out of the closet. I've done a lot of growing up in those years. I'm happy to have a house of my own, a car that I bought new (my first), and four televisions about the house with cable. I still have that bed I bought back then, it's in my spare room and is still very comfortable.
Who knows what will come next...

Geez... I can't believe I'm posting this...
I thought about it a lot yesterday. Seventeen years ago yesterday, I had moved into my one-bedroom apartment with nothing more than a bed I'd just purchased, boxes of my stuff and a small, 13-inch color TV with no cable. I had a seven-year old Pontiac 6000LE that I'd bought earlier that week in the parking lot. The ink on my bachelor's degree was almost dry. I was 21 years old. To say I had just started my adult life would be an understatement, definitely humble beginnings.
My first professional job as a chemist started the next day. I was apprehensive, having no idea what I was in for and getting very little sound advice from my parents. I had already picked out the clothes I was planning on wearing, jeans and a button-up, which I had observed the chemists in the lab wearing during my interview. I had bought groceries, mostly junk food, and ordered a pizza for dinner I think. I popped myself down to watch whatever TV my antenna would pick up and found nothing on but news report after news report about a stupid white-Bronco chase on the west coast. Yeah, OJ had covered the airwaves all day and would continue all night. I turned the TV off.
I went to bed early that night, curling up on my bed in my living room, my alarm clock sitting on a couple of boxes within arm's reach. I had trouble falling asleep because of my nervousness, but eventually conked out. The next day I'd walk the tightrope without the safety net of school beneath me. While the next day was a comedic day of errors, I got through it, starting what has turned into a very fruitful career.
If you would have told me then what I would go through the next 17 years, I'd have not believed you -- leaving the lab, moving to Kansas City and back, traveling overseas by myself, teaching computer courses, coming out of the closet. I've done a lot of growing up in those years. I'm happy to have a house of my own, a car that I bought new (my first), and four televisions about the house with cable. I still have that bed I bought back then, it's in my spare room and is still very comfortable.
Who knows what will come next...
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Date: 2011-06-13 11:45 am (UTC)HUGS!
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Date: 2011-06-13 11:53 am (UTC)May what comes next bring you joy!
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Date: 2011-06-13 04:56 pm (UTC)Oh, I wish. LOL
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Date: 2011-06-13 12:23 pm (UTC)Your story reminds me of moving to NYS for grad school---and that happened to me over the past 23 years..ye gods.
I can't believe that's you in the picture! My, you've aged well. :-)
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Date: 2011-06-13 01:58 pm (UTC)And, not to sound vain, but I feel like I sort of ... grew into my looks ... as I got older. I didn't really pay too much attention to my appearance back then. Egads, the hair alone!
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Date: 2011-06-13 04:46 pm (UTC)I completely get the "growing into my looks" thing. I'm the same way. I have some horrific pics of my younger days. LOL.
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Date: 2011-06-13 01:55 pm (UTC)You'll like this -- Did you know Trader Joe's guacamole is called "Avocado's Number"? :)
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Date: 2011-06-13 02:00 pm (UTC)LOL.. "Avocado's Number" huh? Is 6.023 x 10^23 the number of calories?
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Date: 2011-06-13 03:15 pm (UTC)you've grown up nicely in the last 17 years :)
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Date: 2011-06-14 01:08 am (UTC)Congratulations, Mark.
Date: 2011-06-13 03:20 pm (UTC)When I had turned 21, I was assisting a landscaper. Later that summer, I had been working out at a health club to get into good physical condition. In September of that year, I was off to bootcamp for the U.S.N. I was slightly younger than you are now, when I had first started working at my present job. I probably would have rather been a pharmacist or a chemist, but instead my job is based more upon physics than chemistry! (((((HUGS))))
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Date: 2011-06-13 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-14 01:09 am (UTC)This reminds me of my OWN start as a working adult.
Date: 2011-06-13 04:24 pm (UTC)Re: This reminds me of my OWN start as a working adult.
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Date: 2011-06-13 11:54 pm (UTC)Today is also my work anniversary (28th). I started in 1983, 5 days out of high school. And I'm still working for the same company. I've tracked it this year because the days of the week this year are the same as they were in 1983.
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Date: 2011-06-14 01:10 am (UTC)Happy Anniversary!!!
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