I've been relatively boring this week. But, that's okay. It was bound to happen. This "gotta get up in the early morning and board the holding pen like the other sheep" thing kinda cramps my style. I've set myself to going out twice during the work week at best because frankly, I'm a night owl and a wandering sort, so I get bored if I sit in the house too long. Especially since I'm in a "no interest in the TV" phase. I'm so boring that my good Friday night was getting in bed at 9:30pm for a "nap" (though I didn't really believe that for a second) and waking up the next morning and not bothering to care. Though, I deserved it because I strolled in the house at 3:45 that morning and I was yawning like the Reach commercial all day.
Right now, I'm happy because I'm not an idiot. After reading the manual and watching someone else do it and all those thing that don't really help something click, I did what will be my job for the first time on Thursday. And it wasn't that bad -- just time consuming like a mofo. Luckily for me, it was only 3 and not 50 on the campaign, but it was still kinda annoying. (Campaign, eh? you say. Do you really think I'm going to break it down on my blog? Yeah right. Go get your head examined.) It's always nice to show the boss "I'm not stupid! You can keep me!"
I've noticed that there's a bit of the problem with having an office where everyone except for about 2 people are under 30: a lot of people are on the mack. Casanova (due to my workplace IM convos but perhaps formally over lunch the other day with Jay-V) is heading for a bit of workplace drama. The girl down from me has the most desperate crush on him. It radiates in waves. Plus we've got girls coming from halfway across the room to ask him "questions." It amuses the shit out of me. He's not that cute, ladies. He's not my focus boy or anything. I'm bound to actually chat with him one of these days. Thursday as I strolled around in my new shirt, he seemed like he was about to make a comment on it but couldn't since we were passing each other in the kitchen doorway. It's just a matter of time. But again, focus boys = a bit of a game to pass the time while "working." Doesn't leave the office.
My favorite part about working in the dress code -- or lack thereof. I can be all buttoned down and business casual one day and wear jeans with my blazer and freshly attacked with scissors Man Man shirt the next. Both with my sneakers and no one even cares. Perfect for a prone to whims person like me. I thought Casanova was pushing it with those long jean shorts one day, but no one blinked at that either. It takes so little to keep me a happy camper.
Posted by Candicissima at May 15, 2004 08:41 AM