I suppose I work at a “normal” company. I work 9-5:30 and have an hour for lunch. I never have had to work on a weekend and rarely work late. It’s very stagnant and predictable. I come in on time, and usually there is a box or 2 of Krispy Kreme donuts sitting out in the break room. Even the stale ones disappear. Most people are either sitting in front of computers all day or are outside taking smoking breaks every 45 minutes. Lots of coffee and cafessito consumed. Lots of Cuban pastries. At lunch, sometimes I go to a nearby gym and work out for 30 minutes. People think I’m insane. I used to run for 45 minutes at lunch, but I got so much weird feedback from people, that I stopped.
We do have a decent cafeteria that makes good oatmeal for only $1.06. I get that for breakfast sometimes. Their lunches recently got a lot better, and sometimes I get those in a pinch. I also get 3 weeks of paid vacation (includes sick days) + my birthday. The bad part is that we have to work on Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve. Everyone else has kids and families, so I usually work those days so they take off and enjoy the holidays. We’re a travel company, so I can use un-reserved resort space if I put a request in and get matched up (I should take advantage of this more). We can roll over a certain number of unused vacation days to the next year, which is nice.
We get some good corporate discounts on cell phone services, rental cars, apple and HP products, and several other things. Healthy care is good. Dental and eye care - very affordable. 401K, life and disability. Today I’m “working” thru lunch (haha) and leaving early to go work out. I don’t do that very often, though.
They require “corporate attire” - so skirts, hose, heels. That’s the worst part to me. I prefer jeans.
I work with nice people. But I miss my old job where I worked with really nice SMART people. I wish I worked with more people who were healthy and younger. It’s the same old joke in the elevator each morning, “So, what - did you already run 10 miles today?” I wish there were more people I related to in that way. Most are moms and dads or grandmas…
Previously, I worked like a slave for a high-profile ad agency. Most of us lived close by and essentially (or literally) lived there. Their work was killer, and I worked on some bike-related accounts, which was awesome. We had a lot of people in the office who were bikers. Sometimes we’d ride together, but for the most part we just grumbled about how under-paid and over-worked we were. The stress level was through the ceiling. I was draining my savings to work there, and got a “raise” that kept me barely over the poverty line. I did the math one day and figured out that I was making $7.16/hr. So, I quit, and took the job I have now.
I always read about Nike and the benefits they have there, and I wish I could find a corporate culture like that.