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Well, I'm not dead yet. Despite freezing temperatures, windchills, a nasty papercut across four fingers from my health insurance papers, and having to bail my bathtub out with a pair of saucepans (Aye, me mateys, indoor plumbin' ain't all I thought she'd be). It wasn't long ago that someone described my life as rather "Kafkaesque" and though, as far as I know, I'm not a giant bug yet, the absurdity-and-doom-as-status-quo is pretty much spot-on. I guess it's good to know that, even though the grand author's switched up the settings and the sleep schedule a bit, the themes are still pretty much the same. I'm trying to figure out whether it'd be better or worse to have, say, Lovecraft at the helm. Perhaps he is, and I'll only find out tomorrow night when/if they fix our shower drain. Who knows what could be down there.
Right... so, the new job isn't bad. The office is pretty friendly, all-in-all, though I find myself relating more to the people slightly younger and much older than me (which leads to me bothering the partners more than I should with questions, and probably not being as aloof or cowering around them as I should be. I had lunch with one of them on my first day). The ones my age and a little older, with lives and kids and tattoos and vulgarity, with Certainty About the World emanating from them like stink lines... they kind of put me off. But that happens. Fundamental clash of worldview and whatnot. It just means I have to keep my weirdness in check. Whiiich is what's basically led me (within about 15 minutes of starting this job) to the conclusion that I need a more advanced degree or something, because I can't be the weird girl in the office forever. When I had this idea, I was discounting the option of just becoming a writer and not having to deal with all of it, though... I dunno. We'll see how much of a financial foundation I can lay down for now. It won't be much, but maybe I can start saving for another degree, or a writing cottage and a few years to sit in it and see what happens.
The work, I suppose, is something I should bring up. Right now it's pretty easy find and replace, cut and paste sort of stuff with mortgage info (guys, don't take out mortgages you can't pay. The daily interest on a loan in default is crazy. And it makes me think you're stupid). I know they're working me up to bigger things, though, at a rather rapid pace. I've been on complaints for two days now, and they're switching me tomorrow, and again next week. Who knows what I'll be doing by the week after. I was told that I should set up my e-mail account and make sure I had an appropriate signature. So far, I think my job description best sums up to "Fiercest and Unwavering Enemy of Staples on Mortgages and Promisory Notes. Rawr." It's a shame I can't really get away with being The Office Weird Girl.
Speaking of weird... It's so weird being one of the masses of people commuting into downtown at 8 in the morning. There are just... so many.
And now, since I haven't had a full night's sleep in days, I am going to try to go to sleep. Hopefully.
Right... so, the new job isn't bad. The office is pretty friendly, all-in-all, though I find myself relating more to the people slightly younger and much older than me (which leads to me bothering the partners more than I should with questions, and probably not being as aloof or cowering around them as I should be. I had lunch with one of them on my first day). The ones my age and a little older, with lives and kids and tattoos and vulgarity, with Certainty About the World emanating from them like stink lines... they kind of put me off. But that happens. Fundamental clash of worldview and whatnot. It just means I have to keep my weirdness in check. Whiiich is what's basically led me (within about 15 minutes of starting this job) to the conclusion that I need a more advanced degree or something, because I can't be the weird girl in the office forever. When I had this idea, I was discounting the option of just becoming a writer and not having to deal with all of it, though... I dunno. We'll see how much of a financial foundation I can lay down for now. It won't be much, but maybe I can start saving for another degree, or a writing cottage and a few years to sit in it and see what happens.
The work, I suppose, is something I should bring up. Right now it's pretty easy find and replace, cut and paste sort of stuff with mortgage info (guys, don't take out mortgages you can't pay. The daily interest on a loan in default is crazy. And it makes me think you're stupid). I know they're working me up to bigger things, though, at a rather rapid pace. I've been on complaints for two days now, and they're switching me tomorrow, and again next week. Who knows what I'll be doing by the week after. I was told that I should set up my e-mail account and make sure I had an appropriate signature. So far, I think my job description best sums up to "Fiercest and Unwavering Enemy of Staples on Mortgages and Promisory Notes. Rawr." It's a shame I can't really get away with being The Office Weird Girl.
Speaking of weird... It's so weird being one of the masses of people commuting into downtown at 8 in the morning. There are just... so many.
And now, since I haven't had a full night's sleep in days, I am going to try to go to sleep. Hopefully.
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By the way, you guys let me know wtf is down the shower drain. Dar was telling me about it earlier tonight and I am morbidly fascinated by what could be down there.
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Darn you, girl, for leaving me out of the loop. The last time I had contact with you is your e-mail of life crisis. I'm assuming everything'd good now?
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I wasn't here for the drain exorcism, and I haven't had the stomach to ask what came out of that thing. >.>