My Office
I like pretty much everyone I work with at the office, but you know how sometimes, no matter how much you have in common or get along, your coworkers find ways to drive you absolutely nuts?
The lady on the other side of my office wall is a really, earthy spiritual chick with a great sense of humor, but she's also a militant lesbian who tends to criticize some of the common girlie things I embrace. Every time, without fail, that I wear strappy heels or sandals she says, "Cute shoes, but aren't your feet cold?" I only own two or three pairs of shoes like this, but she points it out every time. Winters are REALLY mild here compared to what I' used to and I feel more comfortable wearing breathable shoes I can kick off under my desk when I feel like it. Same thing when I wear tall boots or heels, but it turns into, "Wow, don't those hurt your feet? They hurt mine just looking at them!"
She talks about her partner a lot and I'm always keen to listen, but I've learned not to talk about Trey because she gets all man-hater on me. We'll kill time on a Friday and have a conversation like:
Her: So, any plans for the weekend.
Me: Not really. Trey is making chicken enchiladas tonight, but I was kinda hoping for his beef enchiladas.
Her: Well why does Trey always get what he wants?
Me: Um, he doesn't. Chicken enchiladas are cool, too. 0_o
Here's a picture of my office. It's nothing fancy because it's all random furniture, but I do have a bookshelf and a hunky fireman calendar my boss gave me (with guys from our local department, too).
My supervisor is really fun. He reminds me of so many of my different film buff friends rolled into one, so we talk a lot about film and trade youtube videos on a regular basis. He doesn't tend to get on my nerves like some other people here unless we're going on a lot of shoots together, but most of the time I'm just cool with getting out of the office.
It's an unfortunate pairing, but the biggest gossip in my office is actually the HR lady. She's a lot of fun when she's in a good mood, and hilarious when she's in a bad mood. She always picks on our media specialist because he has a knack for injuring himself or getting food poisoning (he's a former sushi chef, so half the food he eats is raw fish).
Politically, my office is pretty evenly split, which is weird for Western Washington. Election Day was pretty awkward here, because their was quite a bit of dialog leading up to it. I baked cookies: a dozen with blue sprinkles, and a dozen with red. The end result was a strange behavior when all the office republicans teamed together to eat all of the red cookies first, leaving about a half dozen blue cookies sitting well into the afternoon. After that I saw them slapping fives and laughing about it, because I think they knew that would be their only victory of sorts. The rest of the blue cookies were gone by the end of the afternoon, though I'm not sure the story behind that.
Our office Christmas party is in three weeks and I'm not sure I'm prepared to get drunk around these people. Either way, it's sure to be an interesting night.
The lady on the other side of my office wall is a really, earthy spiritual chick with a great sense of humor, but she's also a militant lesbian who tends to criticize some of the common girlie things I embrace. Every time, without fail, that I wear strappy heels or sandals she says, "Cute shoes, but aren't your feet cold?" I only own two or three pairs of shoes like this, but she points it out every time. Winters are REALLY mild here compared to what I' used to and I feel more comfortable wearing breathable shoes I can kick off under my desk when I feel like it. Same thing when I wear tall boots or heels, but it turns into, "Wow, don't those hurt your feet? They hurt mine just looking at them!"
She talks about her partner a lot and I'm always keen to listen, but I've learned not to talk about Trey because she gets all man-hater on me. We'll kill time on a Friday and have a conversation like:
Her: So, any plans for the weekend.
Me: Not really. Trey is making chicken enchiladas tonight, but I was kinda hoping for his beef enchiladas.
Her: Well why does Trey always get what he wants?
Me: Um, he doesn't. Chicken enchiladas are cool, too. 0_o
Here's a picture of my office. It's nothing fancy because it's all random furniture, but I do have a bookshelf and a hunky fireman calendar my boss gave me (with guys from our local department, too).
My supervisor is really fun. He reminds me of so many of my different film buff friends rolled into one, so we talk a lot about film and trade youtube videos on a regular basis. He doesn't tend to get on my nerves like some other people here unless we're going on a lot of shoots together, but most of the time I'm just cool with getting out of the office.
It's an unfortunate pairing, but the biggest gossip in my office is actually the HR lady. She's a lot of fun when she's in a good mood, and hilarious when she's in a bad mood. She always picks on our media specialist because he has a knack for injuring himself or getting food poisoning (he's a former sushi chef, so half the food he eats is raw fish).
Politically, my office is pretty evenly split, which is weird for Western Washington. Election Day was pretty awkward here, because their was quite a bit of dialog leading up to it. I baked cookies: a dozen with blue sprinkles, and a dozen with red. The end result was a strange behavior when all the office republicans teamed together to eat all of the red cookies first, leaving about a half dozen blue cookies sitting well into the afternoon. After that I saw them slapping fives and laughing about it, because I think they knew that would be their only victory of sorts. The rest of the blue cookies were gone by the end of the afternoon, though I'm not sure the story behind that.
Our office Christmas party is in three weeks and I'm not sure I'm prepared to get drunk around these people. Either way, it's sure to be an interesting night.