Well, yesterday was my first day of work at the new job. I got the office really fucking early. Like people 'have' to be there at 8 am, but I arrived like a quarter before. So I ended up sitting in the conference room by myself for a while. Good thing Carlie was there really early too. She handles key accounts here. First impressions; she seems really nice, a bit brusque in her movements for a girl, but I think she is a lady. A boy scout lady maybe. She chatted with me for a while about my schedule and then she turned me over to HR for my personnel orientation.
The HR lady showed me some Power Point slides about the company, the org structure, the products, etc. And then the coup de grace - the Employee Code of Discipline. In which she read to me almost the whole handbook. It was godawful boring! There was only one section that interested me really: the one on sexual harassment. Apparently, it is considered inappropriate to ask a fellow employee about his sexual activities or preferences. There is one accounts guy who is gay. He is not loud but he is flamboyant a bit. I'll see whether anyone treats him different, or if there's any gay ribbing etc.
After HR it was back to the sales office for more orientations. Berna explained the reporting system we have to use. She's one of those girls who you can say are really cutesy. You could say she is on the opposite end of the scale compared to Carlie. Funny thing is they are roommates. Ha! Anyway, there was a part of her explanation where it just got to me, how slowly she was speaking and how it was all so cutesy; plus there was a totally awesome Mario figure on her desk (and I'm not really a big fan of Mario I missed that part of my childhood but all of the sudden the guy just seemed so fucking adorable with his huge eyes) and the cuteness factor just overwhelmed me and I started giggling uncontrollably. Berna was looking at me like why the fuck was I laughing was anything she said funny? And I felt bad for her because obviously she thinks I'm laughing at her but I managed to say that Mario looked so funny and she just looked at him and back at me and I swear, if she was the type with arching eyebrows she would have arched them, but she wasn't so she didn't, we just went back to the lesson.
And then there were two talks on accounting stuff which were just marginally interesting because they were things I ought to do eventually. It was a mishmash of things really, because the manager who was supposed to do the sales orientation was really busy. We decided instead to tackle all of the admin stuff first and that was it. 5 pm came around and with nothing else to do, I asked if I could go home. The manager was really apologetic for not being able to spend time with me, and then he made some comment about how I should enjoy this lack of anything to do while it lasts, and then he gave me his blessing to leave. So I left.
You guys listen to this awesome trippy haunting remix.
Thursday
Sunday
Journal Entry No. 30611
I had half a pound of watermelon for lunch yesterday. Doesn't sound like much does it, but it took me almost an hour to finish. Okay, I exaggerate. This might give a better idea of what half a pound of watermelon looks like.
Oh Google, I don't know how I'm ever going to trust you again.
Saturday
Journal Entry No. 21911
I've been working my ass off and I didn't even notice. This is what I've been wasting my time on. Pure, old-fashioned goodness.
This is Miss Pearl Kinne of Detroit. "My mother used to tell me, 'A lady always wears a hat and gloves to work.'" Check out the frames she's rocking.
Ed Podolak, running back of the Kansas City Chiefs, before he grew old and a mustache to go with his age.
Found the photos on HAVI digital. Original credit: Detroit Free Press for Ms. Kinne's photo and Associated Press for Podolak.
This is Miss Pearl Kinne of Detroit. "My mother used to tell me, 'A lady always wears a hat and gloves to work.'" Check out the frames she's rocking.
Ed Podolak, running back of the Kansas City Chiefs, before he grew old and a mustache to go with his age.
Found the photos on HAVI digital. Original credit: Detroit Free Press for Ms. Kinne's photo and Associated Press for Podolak.
Monday
Journal Entry No. 20711
My brother was born during a thunderstorm and he has the temper to show for it. When we were younger, he would flare up at the slightest provocation, which only encouraged us to goad him further. One time we were running around the house playing tag. Him being the smallest, he ended up being It most of the time. At some point this pissed him of so much that when we ran into the kitchen he grabbed a knife and backed me into a corner. His face was red and he had this look on his face, I thought he would stab me for sure. He was only six then.
Ten years later he is still prone to outbursts. Thankfully he has given up physical violence in favor of skulking and angst, the first choice of teenagers all over the world. I, on the other hand, have renounced my role as tormentor-in-chief. God knows he has enough demons of his own, growing up in the shadow of his older siblings. Of late, I have found myself feeling more familial. It is as if adulthood has inspired a brotherly sense of obligation. Considering how absent I was in the years I was away at college these feelings are novel, even surprising.
Ironically, now when I am home again and ready to provide friendship and guidance, it is he who is away for school. As such, I try my best to take advantage of the weekends when he is home. Last week I attempted to impress in him the importance of using the computer for more than just games.
Sid, I told him, it's not good for you to be playing DoTA all the time. You don't even know how to keep the computer free of malware. You'll regret being so illiterate. I tell you, ten years from now, people who know how to do stuff on the computer, how to make stuff work, they'll be like the wizards and dragon riders in novels. And all the other people will be the bystanders, the peasants who get killed by dragons and stuff.
To which he replied, in classic fashion: I'd rather be the dragon.
Maybe this was not a very apt analogy for people who make malware (and tons of money) vs people who click on flashing links and download malware thereby unwittingly consigning their computers to be used by the former to make even more tons of money. But I thought it would make the concept more relevant to him. I was sadly mistaken.
Yesterday we were in the sitting room discussing college. He had recently announced his intention to study packaging engineering. Being the supportive brother that I am, I did an online search for universities offering such a program. Being the mother that she is, my mom started suggesting other, better, fields of engineering. Or why doesn't Sid just blah blah blah.
Ma, I really want to study packaging engineering, why can't you let me be?
But I'm just trying to be helpful, she said.
I was sorely tempted to point out that her advice had not been especially helpful in my case but that would have only come out as vindictive, and anyway the point was moot.
In any case, I believe my brother will make his own decision. In that way he is like a dragon.
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In this track Bag Raiders have the energy of Phoenix, but darker. Not in a gloomy way but in a golden moody dusky way. The vocals are sensual; the beat compelling and dancey.
Ten years later he is still prone to outbursts. Thankfully he has given up physical violence in favor of skulking and angst, the first choice of teenagers all over the world. I, on the other hand, have renounced my role as tormentor-in-chief. God knows he has enough demons of his own, growing up in the shadow of his older siblings. Of late, I have found myself feeling more familial. It is as if adulthood has inspired a brotherly sense of obligation. Considering how absent I was in the years I was away at college these feelings are novel, even surprising.
Ironically, now when I am home again and ready to provide friendship and guidance, it is he who is away for school. As such, I try my best to take advantage of the weekends when he is home. Last week I attempted to impress in him the importance of using the computer for more than just games.
Sid, I told him, it's not good for you to be playing DoTA all the time. You don't even know how to keep the computer free of malware. You'll regret being so illiterate. I tell you, ten years from now, people who know how to do stuff on the computer, how to make stuff work, they'll be like the wizards and dragon riders in novels. And all the other people will be the bystanders, the peasants who get killed by dragons and stuff.
To which he replied, in classic fashion: I'd rather be the dragon.
Maybe this was not a very apt analogy for people who make malware (and tons of money) vs people who click on flashing links and download malware thereby unwittingly consigning their computers to be used by the former to make even more tons of money. But I thought it would make the concept more relevant to him. I was sadly mistaken.
Yesterday we were in the sitting room discussing college. He had recently announced his intention to study packaging engineering. Being the supportive brother that I am, I did an online search for universities offering such a program. Being the mother that she is, my mom started suggesting other, better, fields of engineering. Or why doesn't Sid just blah blah blah.
Ma, I really want to study packaging engineering, why can't you let me be?
But I'm just trying to be helpful, she said.
I was sorely tempted to point out that her advice had not been especially helpful in my case but that would have only come out as vindictive, and anyway the point was moot.
In any case, I believe my brother will make his own decision. In that way he is like a dragon.
In this track Bag Raiders have the energy of Phoenix, but darker. Not in a gloomy way but in a golden moody dusky way. The vocals are sensual; the beat compelling and dancey.
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