Well, despite my best intentions, etc. etc. I'm sure you see what's happened here.
Work. In the inimitable words of the Mos, I was looking for a job and then a I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now.
Not really. I like to work; I enjoy toil. But this is certainly an entry level position and my counterparts are all younger than me and have less work experience. We look at our jobs differently: this is already my career, but for them, it may or may not be. For at least two, I know it is not; they're biding time until grad school this coming fall. But really, the way I do my work has very little to do with them. I'm finishing out my fifth week. There is a lot to learn and not a lot of time to learn it in, since adoption season cometh. I have two bosses, between whom I am expected to split my time evenly, 2 1/2 days' worth of hours per week each. This is...a challenge. Additionally, there are many acronyms being tossed around in the office, and I don't yet know what any of them mean--one acronym I should mention here, though: TPS report. No, really. I've had to fill out numerous TPS reports to request access to various IT utilities. Next thing: I bet I get a PC Load Letter error on the fax machine in the corner...
My most asinine task yet has been taking some addresses from a huge pile of aged emails from my boss and entering them next to the appropriate names on a spreadsheet from my boss. This is odious not just because--though I love Excel--my eyes to tend to cross after about an hour's worth of cell work, but because the addresses all used to be on that spreadsheet, but my boss deleted them. I think she's learned her lesson about altering a document that one should consider one's source document.
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Winter still holds Bostonland in its unsubtle hands, but there are signs that things are beginning to ease up. In between arctic fronts that have settled on New England in the past two or three weeks, there have been sunny days with temps over 40. Today was one of those days, and I went out on a limb and wore my light jacket. Did not regret it. I'm even planning to take only the light jacket with me this weekend when my Schmoo and me go to New York to see some friends. I've never really been, and I have a short list of things I need to do on this first visit: see The Dinner Party at the Sackler gallery (!!!), get some of that 100-yr-old-culture yogurt at Yonah Schimmels on the Lower East Side, go to the vegan shoe store, and take a recently explosively dumped friend out to drown his sorrow. I'll report back on the level of deadliness I experience on the beleaguered Fung Wah bus line.
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Has anyone else noticed an increase in the number of Rolling Stones songs used in commercials lately? Including the one that obviously does not go into its "cream on me" chorus? Hee.
No actually, I haven't noticed...but that's because of one of "those" people who actually doesn't really care about the Rolling Stones and thus tends to zone out alot during TV commericals.