Wednesday, March 30, 2005
All I got for my five-year anniversary were these lousy stamps on my sandwich card
Today is my five-year anniversary at work. This is the longest I have worked in one place in my entire life.
I mentioned this fact to a few people at the office today. I thought maybe they would get me a card and a bottle of wine or something. Or at least treat me to lunch. But it seems working in the same place for five years isn’t a big deal to anyone but me.
At lunch, I joined a few work people who were heading across the street to grab some wraps. Since no one stepped up to offer to buy me a wrap, I asked if I could get everyone’s stamps on my card (if you collect 10 stamps, your 11th wrap is free). They agreed to that, seeing as how it was my five-year anniversary and all. Cheapskates!
What do they give people on their 10-year anniversary? A bic pen and some Subway stamps? Maybe it’s a generational thing. Most people my age don’t stay in one place until retirement.
Before this, the longest I had ever worked in one place was three years, which seemed like an eternity at the time. People in their early 20s just didn’t do that sort of thing.
It’s amazing to think five years has gone by. It seems like yesterday when I arrived in Vancouver knowing no one but Steve Chao who let me live with him for a few weeks until I found an apartment.
The funny thing is today isn’t even supposed to be my real anniversary. I arrived in Vancouver on March 28. I called my new boss the next day to let him know I was in town. He asked if I would mind starting on March 30, an entire week early. So I did. And here I am.