A portrait in how it is the little things that make a difference
I have been working at this company for just shy of one year. I just got my first promotion from the depths of hell aka logging. Logging is basically transcription. It’s a potentially useful service, in that you have people who have seen all of the reality footage that a show shoots. They write what happens so you can keyword search.
Theoretically, you could also go to the loggers with questions if you were looking for something, but none of the shows actually seek to do so. This is a shame. Of course, considering what they pay the loggers, that is above their expected skill level.
So, now that I’ve been promoted to Story Assistant, I actually get my own desk in it’s own cubicle. I even have my own extension and a drawer in which I can leave things. Apparently, these things are normal for people to have, but previously, I came in every day to a room with a few computers where I would be unable to leave, say, a jacket because it got cold, or a water bottle. I had to get special permission to be able to put a lamp on the desk. The room was so dark. No windows, no skylights, no sign of whether it was day or night.
I switched to the Dvorak layout for my keyboard because I’ve been struggling with wrist problems, but gave it up because I had to physically bring in my own keyboard every day. Couldn’t leave it.
I’m also now going to get information on the insurance policy that the company has.
So my own cubicle with it’s own set of drawers and a skylight may not seem like a paradise to many, but for me, it is so much better. Today, people actually talked to me like I wasn’t a troll — they like my hair. I may not be getting a pay raise, but I’m definitely getting better treatment.