"I'm a Personal Individual"
Work was pretty good today, if not quite as productive as yesterday (still not too bad though). Golnaz distributed the Sweet Brown memes I made to just about everyone in the company, and they were a bigger hit than I anticipated. I'm already getting requests.
The crazy owl lady struck again today too, sending out a blank email to everyone in our company. Unlike a sane person who would delete it, or a normal narcissist who would reply to the original sender to say they received the email in error, fifty people decided to hit "reply all" so that we could all share in the glory of knowing that they weren't supposed to get an email with nothing in it but an attached picture of cartoon owls.
I was thinking on the way home tonight about my work history. Lately I read some gripe online about people who have part time jobs that keep having their hours cut until they go weeks without working and I realized: I never had that problem. Every boss at every job I've ever had has always wanted me to work as much as possible. The lowest-key gig I ever had was working at the rec center in high school, and during the summer that was a regular 30 hour a week thing, so it doesn't even really count.
It is weird to think about the kind of person I was in high school vs. now. Most of the nights I worked at the rec center were Friday nights, and I was perfectly content to pig out on candy and chicken fingers and funnel cake while doing homework or doodling in a notebook or writing, because I didn't really go out on Friday nights unless my family or group of friends was doing something. Or the ski club, which is the only conflict of interest I remember there being. I didn't go to parties, or drink/do drugs, or even loiter and cause trouble (most of the time). Hell, it was a big deal when I stayed up late (till 1 a.m.!) on Saturday nights to watch anime dubs on Cartoon Network.
Compared to the nocturnal lush I was in college and the more responsible extrovert I am now, it just feels like it was part of an entirely different life, that had nothing to do with me. Like it happened to a different person.
Okay, I think that's it for Free Association Nostalgia Theater tonight. Going to relax and gear up for my day off tomorrow.
The crazy owl lady struck again today too, sending out a blank email to everyone in our company. Unlike a sane person who would delete it, or a normal narcissist who would reply to the original sender to say they received the email in error, fifty people decided to hit "reply all" so that we could all share in the glory of knowing that they weren't supposed to get an email with nothing in it but an attached picture of cartoon owls.
I was thinking on the way home tonight about my work history. Lately I read some gripe online about people who have part time jobs that keep having their hours cut until they go weeks without working and I realized: I never had that problem. Every boss at every job I've ever had has always wanted me to work as much as possible. The lowest-key gig I ever had was working at the rec center in high school, and during the summer that was a regular 30 hour a week thing, so it doesn't even really count.
It is weird to think about the kind of person I was in high school vs. now. Most of the nights I worked at the rec center were Friday nights, and I was perfectly content to pig out on candy and chicken fingers and funnel cake while doing homework or doodling in a notebook or writing, because I didn't really go out on Friday nights unless my family or group of friends was doing something. Or the ski club, which is the only conflict of interest I remember there being. I didn't go to parties, or drink/do drugs, or even loiter and cause trouble (most of the time). Hell, it was a big deal when I stayed up late (till 1 a.m.!) on Saturday nights to watch anime dubs on Cartoon Network.
Compared to the nocturnal lush I was in college and the more responsible extrovert I am now, it just feels like it was part of an entirely different life, that had nothing to do with me. Like it happened to a different person.
Okay, I think that's it for Free Association Nostalgia Theater tonight. Going to relax and gear up for my day off tomorrow.