I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
Welcome to M, jr. M, Sr. will be up for a little while, but as blog.com is a bunch of nincompoops, I will be shifting operations hither rather than thither.
I've been laxidaisical with the updating (and, apparantly, the spelling) lately because New Job has really taken off. It's Tuesday and I've already put in 20 hours this week. Although it's fun for now because it's new and I feel important and I'm learning, I'm a little concerned about how long I can keep this pace up. I've been known to lose interest. But for the moment I feel like I have an actual hand in the general welfare of the company. My contact with the customers is very direct, which helps me to see the impact of what I'm doing. I'm not saving the whales or the rainforest, but at least I can go home at the end of the day and say "I did something," rather than "I fed a giant database somewhere in Massachusetts."
When I started at New Job, I expected some things; akward, lonely lunches being one. What I didn't expect was one of the guys I occasionally ride with to be in my department. In fact, if I were working any more closely with him, I'd have to be sitting on his lap. This should have been a welcome familiar face, but it's just been really wierd. I'm a different person when I'm on a bike. Actually, I'm a different person outside the office. Apparantly, before I started, he described me to my (now) coworkers as "feisty." I am feisty, but not always. OK, well always in my head, but not always out loud. This is not my point! He has been the least welcoming and friendly of anyone. No invites to lunch, no "good morning," nothing. I'm justifying it to myself that he didn't want his personal and professional lives to mix. I respect that, which is why I'm giving him his space. But whenever we rode together, we got on fine, and now I feel like I'm working with an estranged ex or something. I honestly had no idea he was in this group until my first day there. But there's a very high likelihood that he and I are going to have to go on some business trips together, and if there's going to be this unspoken tension, that is not going to be happy-fun-time. But for now I'll let sleeping dogs lie, and I'll address this problem when it gets in the way of my work. If he wants to be unfriendly, fine.
I'm really getting into gourds these days. (Oh man, I am so LAME!) After my pumpkin exploits (a giant stir fry that fed me and my roommate for two days and made two pies... all for $1.99!), today I finished pie #2 (more successful than pie #1) and made a massive lentil-barley stew. It was warm and nummy. I feel like I hugged myself from the inside. And... that was a really disturbing image. But my fridge is full of food I made myself, so yeeeee.
The weather here, as I'm sure everywhere else, has been absolute shite. However, I find bad weather to be an excellent time to settle into a new job, because you don't have the pressing birds-chirping-flowers-blooming push to get the hell outdoors. However, it is, sadly, the end of summer (moron, it's almost the end of autumn), and it's time to get the hibernation all ret' ta go for the winter.
I've been laxidaisical with the updating (and, apparantly, the spelling) lately because New Job has really taken off. It's Tuesday and I've already put in 20 hours this week. Although it's fun for now because it's new and I feel important and I'm learning, I'm a little concerned about how long I can keep this pace up. I've been known to lose interest. But for the moment I feel like I have an actual hand in the general welfare of the company. My contact with the customers is very direct, which helps me to see the impact of what I'm doing. I'm not saving the whales or the rainforest, but at least I can go home at the end of the day and say "I did something," rather than "I fed a giant database somewhere in Massachusetts."
When I started at New Job, I expected some things; akward, lonely lunches being one. What I didn't expect was one of the guys I occasionally ride with to be in my department. In fact, if I were working any more closely with him, I'd have to be sitting on his lap. This should have been a welcome familiar face, but it's just been really wierd. I'm a different person when I'm on a bike. Actually, I'm a different person outside the office. Apparantly, before I started, he described me to my (now) coworkers as "feisty." I am feisty, but not always. OK, well always in my head, but not always out loud. This is not my point! He has been the least welcoming and friendly of anyone. No invites to lunch, no "good morning," nothing. I'm justifying it to myself that he didn't want his personal and professional lives to mix. I respect that, which is why I'm giving him his space. But whenever we rode together, we got on fine, and now I feel like I'm working with an estranged ex or something. I honestly had no idea he was in this group until my first day there. But there's a very high likelihood that he and I are going to have to go on some business trips together, and if there's going to be this unspoken tension, that is not going to be happy-fun-time. But for now I'll let sleeping dogs lie, and I'll address this problem when it gets in the way of my work. If he wants to be unfriendly, fine.
I'm really getting into gourds these days. (Oh man, I am so LAME!) After my pumpkin exploits (a giant stir fry that fed me and my roommate for two days and made two pies... all for $1.99!), today I finished pie #2 (more successful than pie #1) and made a massive lentil-barley stew. It was warm and nummy. I feel like I hugged myself from the inside. And... that was a really disturbing image. But my fridge is full of food I made myself, so yeeeee.
The weather here, as I'm sure everywhere else, has been absolute shite. However, I find bad weather to be an excellent time to settle into a new job, because you don't have the pressing birds-chirping-flowers-blooming push to get the hell outdoors. However, it is, sadly, the end of summer (moron, it's almost the end of autumn), and it's time to get the hibernation all ret' ta go for the winter.
posted by M at 8:32 PM
6 Comments:
I can't blame you for leaving blog. *sigh* blog.com sux
Now all that's left to do is torch yer old blog and cackle maniacally as you watch it burn all chimney red and halloween orange.
Speaking of which, I want some daggum punkin pie.
word verification: znoxr. All hail the mighty Znoxr, tyrant of the black moon Xerox III!
-Suley
Riding bicycles must be a more personal experience where you're from...
nah. I'm just being overly sensitive. I am a chick, after all, it is my job to overreact.
word verification: efmsg. A msg to ef off.
blog.com may suck, but seems like blogger is down a lot! Leanne turned me on to blogsome.com and it seems pretty cool...thinking about moving there.
Lentil-barley...yawrm....mmm...(wipes drool away)
I like your purdy new blog. But it is really hard to read for me :(
I wonder what that dude's gig is. Maybe he is secretly in lurve with you. Wouldn't that make for some stress, but for some tantalizing bloggie posts...
Also I liked your 100 list. Why do you hate dishes? Or is just the cleaning of dishes that you hate?
As I was riding the elevator up to my office this morning, I was trying to picture what you were talking about with your elevator fear, but I couldn't get it...
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