Consensus by waterfront

So at the meeting today my plan was to ask for the weekend to think it over, after making all my various demands.

They offered me a good salary: not superfantabulous! but it will cover all the expenses of working (this nascent budget includes cleaning service) and perhaps, a little more, and 8k more than I have ever made in my life. It’s freelance (I invoice & do all the HR stuff myself) until November and then I will be brought into the corporate fold; placed on the grid, signed up for benefits, and so on.

Then I brought up work hours, as the impression I had in the first interview was that there was a deep necessity to be onsite at business times. “Well we don’t have space for you yet exactly so you and I and the other new editor will be sharing the same desk, so you’ll have to work from home quite a bit, and really I don’t care if you work at 3 in the morning as long as its done… of course the magazine people will want to be able to see you, though, so you will have to set some kind of office hours, sometime.”

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This was going well and I could feel Lyria, who was sort of planning, I think, to burst into tears and say no in the meeting, ease up a little. Obviously Noah still has to be in full time care, etc., but being able to swing hours is a huge deal.  And then we were having a chat about my boss and where and how she works and it involves a rather long commute to an ocean coast and said boss was getting a dreamy eyed look at how she works by the ocean…

and I guess Lyria had the thought I did, which is that although I suspect this boss is actually a slave driver, she’s the best kind of slave driver – the kind that wants good work and you had better produce it, but if that involves gazing at the lake, err, ocean, then for fuck’s sake go gaze at the fucking lake, err, ocean!

So, we took it on the spot. Start Aug 13, but with a meeting on Aug 9. I have to resign from my current job tomorrow or Monday and I am really kind of looking forward to that… quite a bit.