Working At Azkaban is Pretty Much Exactly What You'd Imagine
Fun snippet of conversation from last night:
[as my coworkers and I are leaving work]
Me: See you guys tomorrow for some more fun-filled joy!
Coworker: Uh, yeah, we're gonna be at work. Where the hell are you going?
TRUER WORDS.
No, really, though, I've decided that whenever anyone asks what I do, I am just going to tell them that I'm a guard at Azkaban prison. It has the benefits of being mildly true ("Wait, so you battle Dementors daily for possession of your soul?" "...yes.") and sounding cool. Also, it weeds out the Decepticons from my social circle. ("Wait, there's a prison named Azkaban in Hawaii?" "Yeah, we're no longer friends.") Although I will give them the benefit of the doubt and maybe throw out a second nerdy reference if they miss the first, just in case they are among the nerd!population that somehow didn't bother to read Harry Potter. There are just so many varieties of nerd! Unfortunately, most of my coworkers at Azkaban (seriously, just typing it makes me giggle) are of the videogame!nerd persuasion, so I'm sometimes very out of the loop. Luckily I'm fluent in videogame!nerd, thanks to my roommates and many other friends, so for all that I am not a native speaker, I can usually make it work.
In any case, becoming a guard at Azkaban requires crazy extensive training, and I'm in like, phase two of said training right now. LUCKILY, said training ends in a week (I'm pretty sure a choir of angels just sang Halleluia at the very mention of that), and then I get to go home for two weeks! \o/ yesssss~
And then, y'know, back to soul-crushing hell. But then I'll be a semi-official kinda-actually qualified guard at Azkaban, so maybe the Dementors will ease up a bit. ;P
Also, in celebration of finishing up Training: Part 2, my coworkers and I are going out to dinner. At Hooters. Because we're classy like that. ;P
[as my coworkers and I are leaving work]
Me: See you guys tomorrow for some more fun-filled joy!
Coworker: Uh, yeah, we're gonna be at work. Where the hell are you going?
TRUER WORDS.
No, really, though, I've decided that whenever anyone asks what I do, I am just going to tell them that I'm a guard at Azkaban prison. It has the benefits of being mildly true ("Wait, so you battle Dementors daily for possession of your soul?" "...yes.") and sounding cool. Also, it weeds out the Decepticons from my social circle. ("Wait, there's a prison named Azkaban in Hawaii?" "Yeah, we're no longer friends.") Although I will give them the benefit of the doubt and maybe throw out a second nerdy reference if they miss the first, just in case they are among the nerd!population that somehow didn't bother to read Harry Potter. There are just so many varieties of nerd! Unfortunately, most of my coworkers at Azkaban (seriously, just typing it makes me giggle) are of the videogame!nerd persuasion, so I'm sometimes very out of the loop. Luckily I'm fluent in videogame!nerd, thanks to my roommates and many other friends, so for all that I am not a native speaker, I can usually make it work.
In any case, becoming a guard at Azkaban requires crazy extensive training, and I'm in like, phase two of said training right now. LUCKILY, said training ends in a week (I'm pretty sure a choir of angels just sang Halleluia at the very mention of that), and then I get to go home for two weeks! \o/ yesssss~
And then, y'know, back to soul-crushing hell. But then I'll be a semi-official kinda-actually qualified guard at Azkaban, so maybe the Dementors will ease up a bit. ;P
Also, in celebration of finishing up Training: Part 2, my coworkers and I are going out to dinner. At Hooters. Because we're classy like that. ;P