This is my life.
Since people continue to ask me how "work is going" or something along those lines, and become annoyed when all I say is "mehh," I shall educate you. I work at NCO. It is mind-numbing drivel. I get through the day without contemplating shooting everyone in the face, and it's a good day. But it isn't all bad. I take comfort in the little things, at work.
I sit, curled up, sitting on my feet, in a computer chair. I take comfort in a fluffy sweater. Knowing that I can look at someone and continue typing and it won't be total gibberish. When I get a case ID with an interesting pattern. Getting emails from people named Neil, just so I can address it "Dear Neil.." I also like to write emails to people with names like 'Xi', 'Zheng', 'Marisol', and 'Helio'. I like the people that sit around me, and the things we do to avoid monotony. Being able to take off my shoes. Saying hi to people not on my team, like when I call Mike a lesbian in ASL from across the room, or when I visit Jon and headbutt him. Sometimes I see Jesse and Brady and we all look like we hate everything. Amanda and Sandi are so so awesome, I just wish I got to see them both more.. and wave like Alex. We need to get out more, really, we do.
I think I was lucky, sitting where I do, because the people are almost like me. They make me laugh, or I make them laugh. We laugh at the stupid things people write in about. We play tricks on each other. Today one girl handed out "Super Lemon" candies, and they were so sour they made us all make hilarious faces and cry. We laughed when our Sup, Alana, ate one.
Myself being who I am, I of course take note of everything worth writing down. Like when Lee pointed out, "When you're writing to a woman, be sure to refer to 'your billing cycle' instead of 'your cycle' ".
Today, both Lisa and I were having a bad day. I burst out, "I hate everything!" She looked at me, "Everything?" I pondered for a moment, before replying, "Well.. not perogies. And not puppies or rainbows."
Anyways, I don't really like talking about work, so unless I bring it up, don't ask. You'll get a "meh". If I had a bad day, you'll get something worse. In any case, I am pretty much not busy, ever, when I am not working, unless Joe and I are watching some movie or biking somewhere, or Shawna and I are avoiding creepers or just swooning over Mr. Selleck. Or I am at the gay bar with Miko et al (or climbing buildings). Sometimes Val visits, in which case I am happier than I could fathom being. Swah and I are the same as we have always been, and it's not stale. Jake brings me solace, too, and I visit him a lot. (Which reminds me, hey, Jake, I visited you at work today, but you were busy and I got distracted by cheese.)
This is just my .. update. I guess. Even when I write I don't usually mention much. So here it is.
:)
I sit, curled up, sitting on my feet, in a computer chair. I take comfort in a fluffy sweater. Knowing that I can look at someone and continue typing and it won't be total gibberish. When I get a case ID with an interesting pattern. Getting emails from people named Neil, just so I can address it "Dear Neil.." I also like to write emails to people with names like 'Xi', 'Zheng', 'Marisol', and 'Helio'. I like the people that sit around me, and the things we do to avoid monotony. Being able to take off my shoes. Saying hi to people not on my team, like when I call Mike a lesbian in ASL from across the room, or when I visit Jon and headbutt him. Sometimes I see Jesse and Brady and we all look like we hate everything. Amanda and Sandi are so so awesome, I just wish I got to see them both more.. and wave like Alex. We need to get out more, really, we do.
I think I was lucky, sitting where I do, because the people are almost like me. They make me laugh, or I make them laugh. We laugh at the stupid things people write in about. We play tricks on each other. Today one girl handed out "Super Lemon" candies, and they were so sour they made us all make hilarious faces and cry. We laughed when our Sup, Alana, ate one.
Myself being who I am, I of course take note of everything worth writing down. Like when Lee pointed out, "When you're writing to a woman, be sure to refer to 'your billing cycle' instead of 'your cycle' ".
Today, both Lisa and I were having a bad day. I burst out, "I hate everything!" She looked at me, "Everything?" I pondered for a moment, before replying, "Well.. not perogies. And not puppies or rainbows."
Anyways, I don't really like talking about work, so unless I bring it up, don't ask. You'll get a "meh". If I had a bad day, you'll get something worse. In any case, I am pretty much not busy, ever, when I am not working, unless Joe and I are watching some movie or biking somewhere, or Shawna and I are avoiding creepers or just swooning over Mr. Selleck. Or I am at the gay bar with Miko et al (or climbing buildings). Sometimes Val visits, in which case I am happier than I could fathom being. Swah and I are the same as we have always been, and it's not stale. Jake brings me solace, too, and I visit him a lot. (Which reminds me, hey, Jake, I visited you at work today, but you were busy and I got distracted by cheese.)
This is just my .. update. I guess. Even when I write I don't usually mention much. So here it is.
:)