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I started my new job on Monday, and the first day was the typical paperwork-orientation-"your career at EF"-type stuff. The second day was much more interesting.
It started off with me getting my tongue biopsied in the morning. The procedure took only 20 minutes, and most of that was spent just waiting for my tongue to become completely numb. The nurse pulled my tongue as hard and as far as she could out of my mouth while the doctor began to cut away. At one point she said, "the tissue in the tongue is so tough!", and the nurse, who was watching her perform the slicing and dicing just winced. I'm glad I didn't have to see it. I thought they would stitch it up, by they just stopped the bleeding with silver nitrate and left it a big, gaping blackish green hole in my mouth. When I saw it the mirror I thought, "wow, that is so gross, and kind of cool." My second thought was, "This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch when the numbing wears off." And oh boy it did.
They gave me Tylenol with codeine and sent my on my way. I felt fine at first and went to the EF kick off for my department. I was expecting boring speeches and cliched inspirational phrases from the management. What I didn't expect was the 80s dance music blasting from the speakers when we entered Fanieul Hall, and I certainly didn't expect the MC for the kickoff to come running up on stage wearing a sequined blue short mini-dress with a sparkly blue wig, a red feather boa and red sparkly shoes. What the hell kind of company am I working for? After that they did indeed have speeches, but each speaker was preceded by a brief, funny little video segment, which included a reenactment of the SNL "Dick in a Box" skit around the EF office, and another employee sitting in the CEO's office while pant-less drinking wine.
I took the codeine again during the meeting and started shaking and felt really dizzy and nauseous. I guess I took too much. By the time we boarded our boat for the booze cruise around Boston Harbor (yes, my company took me on a booze cruise with an open bar on the second day of employment!), I was feeling like shit, and when we all sat down to dinner I proceeded to puke at the table in front of all my new colleagues. I was able to keep it on the dl a little by turning away from the table and quietly tossing my cookies into my dinner napkin, but still, it was embarrassing to be the only one who puked before she started drinking. I couldn't eat anything solid so all I ate was pasta and mashed potatoes, which I'm sure will probably get me known as the "vegetarian who doesn't drink", ironically enough.
After I puked I felt great, and choked down a few more noodles before grabbing a glass of wine and hitting the dance floor. As I danced next to my manager and the director of the department to Ludacris and the Village People I couldn't help but think, "Yep, I'm gonna love this job."
I'll get the results of the biopsy next week on Wednesday.
Picture of my tongue: (I'm warning you, it's gross)
http://pics.livejournal.com/growlingturtlez/pic/0000158r
It started off with me getting my tongue biopsied in the morning. The procedure took only 20 minutes, and most of that was spent just waiting for my tongue to become completely numb. The nurse pulled my tongue as hard and as far as she could out of my mouth while the doctor began to cut away. At one point she said, "the tissue in the tongue is so tough!", and the nurse, who was watching her perform the slicing and dicing just winced. I'm glad I didn't have to see it. I thought they would stitch it up, by they just stopped the bleeding with silver nitrate and left it a big, gaping blackish green hole in my mouth. When I saw it the mirror I thought, "wow, that is so gross, and kind of cool." My second thought was, "This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch when the numbing wears off." And oh boy it did.
They gave me Tylenol with codeine and sent my on my way. I felt fine at first and went to the EF kick off for my department. I was expecting boring speeches and cliched inspirational phrases from the management. What I didn't expect was the 80s dance music blasting from the speakers when we entered Fanieul Hall, and I certainly didn't expect the MC for the kickoff to come running up on stage wearing a sequined blue short mini-dress with a sparkly blue wig, a red feather boa and red sparkly shoes. What the hell kind of company am I working for? After that they did indeed have speeches, but each speaker was preceded by a brief, funny little video segment, which included a reenactment of the SNL "Dick in a Box" skit around the EF office, and another employee sitting in the CEO's office while pant-less drinking wine.
I took the codeine again during the meeting and started shaking and felt really dizzy and nauseous. I guess I took too much. By the time we boarded our boat for the booze cruise around Boston Harbor (yes, my company took me on a booze cruise with an open bar on the second day of employment!), I was feeling like shit, and when we all sat down to dinner I proceeded to puke at the table in front of all my new colleagues. I was able to keep it on the dl a little by turning away from the table and quietly tossing my cookies into my dinner napkin, but still, it was embarrassing to be the only one who puked before she started drinking. I couldn't eat anything solid so all I ate was pasta and mashed potatoes, which I'm sure will probably get me known as the "vegetarian who doesn't drink", ironically enough.
After I puked I felt great, and choked down a few more noodles before grabbing a glass of wine and hitting the dance floor. As I danced next to my manager and the director of the department to Ludacris and the Village People I couldn't help but think, "Yep, I'm gonna love this job."
I'll get the results of the biopsy next week on Wednesday.
Picture of my tongue: (I'm warning you, it's gross)
http://pics.livejournal.com/growlingturtlez/pic/0000158r