I was just about to come here and grumble about work, mostly about the normal-but-annoying parts of being still fairly new to a complex job. You know, people expecting me to know things no one ever told me, that sort of thing.
But then I heard people in the shared office/lounge across the hall singing Happy Birthday to one of our residents. So I went across to join in the birthday wishes and see if, you know, there was, like, CAKE. No cake, but I was chatting with the interns and residents when someone said the first line of a song almost all of us knew--and we sang it, to the astonishment of passersby in the hallway. I remarked this was the only place I'd ever worked where people spontaneously burst into song, Broadway fashion, and just enough of them knew OMWF that it led to hellmouth jokes.
Then I ended up with four coworkers in my office at once, but instead of me freaking out over too many people all wanting something at once, we ended up joking around.
Hmm. I like my job. This never happens to me. I'm confused!
I don't think I'd have heard of ICP if I hadn't lived in Michigan.
I don't know if you've had the full ICP experience until you've seen a trailer full of Michigan boys doing an interpretive dance to "Chicken Huntin'" while trying not to spill their beer.
I had previously suspected I didn't want the full ICP experience, but now I'm sure.
What weirds me out about my new job is how much more I've gotten done in months than in years at my last one, despite (or because of?) this one being harder and having a steeper learning curve.
I had previously suspected I didn't want the full ICP experience, but now I'm sure.
It's quite hilarious to observe from an ethnographical standpoint.
link to sign up as a CI recipe tester.
w00t! Now I can no longer make fun of the CI testers being whiny bitches, as I like to do every time we get our CI in the mail. For lo, I am one of them now.
YAY Susan for liking your job! I'm psyched for you. It's been a long time coming and it makes all the difference in the world, I have found.
Hmm. I like my job. This never happens to me. I'm confused!
You deserve a job you like, after all the annoying ones with evil bosses!
Man, and I thought reenacting "The Neden Game" loudly out the window of a moving car was bad.
(I had to Google for that title, and that makes me very happy.)
Yay on liking your job, Susan!
I once shared a house with a young man who had a giant Insane Clown Posse cardboard cutout in his room. Otherwise, I am pretty sure I never would have heard of them. There were also action figures. It scared me.
I'm mulling over a request for a 6am interview. I can't be coherent at 6am.
