The Office
So you've probably noticed that I've been at work for about a week now yet haven't said that much about it. I can sum up my general thoughts in some bullet points (am I turning into a worker bee drone or what?):
- Man, this early morning shit is driving me nuts. I am not a morning person and this commute is a bitch and a half. Stupid school kids are the real hassle. One more month!
- I am in love with the office coffee machine. Because it's snazzy and lets you make tea also. You put your cup in the right slot, a door pops open for you to put your bag in there, you close the door, and water starts pouring through the bag to make your cup. The best part is that it eats the fucking bag so nothing to clean up. Modern technology is the shit. I need one of those fuckers for home.
- I've got an office focus boy and hero. He's so stylish and so obviously has an interesting life outside of work like everyone ought to but don't really seem to understand. He and I could go to Subtonic and listen to Interpol records. (Then again, maybe not.) But, he's cute in a non-emaciated hipster way that is becoming ever so appealing in my old age. But like Bill, I know that dipping in the company inkwell is a bad practice. Besides, you don't date -- or even talk to -- focus boys. You just share smiles as you walk past them in the kitchen.
- I'm not a loner per se, but I'm not really feeling my row of cubicle mates as of yet. They're all so shrill and loud. The two girls closest to me were already complaining before the first week was up. Shut the fuck up and work, bitches. The girl next to me has a crush on the guy behind her, who thinks of himself as a budding office casanova. And then there's the other guy a little bit down that blasts his net radio and sings along that I'm gonna attack with a pen one of these days.
- Everyone in the office is pretty young. The girl next to me joked that they put people out to pasture at 30 in this company which isn't that unbelievable really. The oldest person on the floor is about 31 if that old and my immediate manager is only 25.
- Being broke, I've been going back to my surviving the city HS days where I've got to make a dollar stretch. I've been all about the toasted buttered bagels and Mac Jr's.
- In a few months, I'm going to totally disappear because I'm gonna get buried under a pile of work. Just letting you know in advance.
- Overall, it's very work-like but I like it so far. I'm going into this situation pretty open-minded, but I know damned well I'm not supposed to be having the time of my life. It's called work for a reason.
- I've got a feeling that this job will probably turn me against the phone and Excel forever. In training, they were like "it's not unusual to get 50 calls a day. Keep up on your voicemail because the box reaches the limit at 99." Just great.
- My blogging/IMing/goofing off got a massive monkey wrench because my cubicle is right on top of the copier and angled towards the main aisle. Everyone can't help but glance at what I'm doing as they walk by. Grr...because staying on the straight and narrow is obviously not an option.
- Whatever I may think otherwise, trying to jog up to my office on the 9th floor is a bad idea. I almost gave myself a heartache. I was doing good pace until 4 when I started slowing down, I practically collapsed at 6, and made the last 3 flights about tenth speed feeling like my heart was going to leap out of my chest and really considering giving up and sitting there all day. What the hell was my lazy fat ass thinking?
- I'm all about having the work and life split. As long as I can cut back on the 3am nights. Despite doing well on the sleep front over the weekend, I'm still tired from last week's crazy schedule. I'll try to cut it down to only going out one work night (besides Thursday which is standard and doesn't count). My body will thank me later.
Posted by Candicissima at May 12, 2004 12:27 AM