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I started work on Wednesday, while still not having signed the contract. It's a small start-up, everyone works in the same crowded room and everyone is very busy and a little all over the place, enough so that the CEO hasn't had the time yet to sit down with me and hammer out the final details & sign. But I trust that it's gonna happen tomorrow, and they've already exposed me to enough information that I'm not worried they're going to back down, and the final details really are minutiae. The reason they wanted me to start so soon is that my counterpart, who'll be doing a lot of my training, is currently visiting Israel for two weeks, and they wanted as much face-to-face training and shadowing is possible (which is smart, esp since she's normally located in the west coast, which is a pretty big pain, timezone-wise).
Overall, the job seems interesting enough, I think - I'm not 100% sure yet how it'll go but we'll see - and the people seem really nice, so at least as far as working environment, I think I'm going to enjoy it. Supposed to move to less crowded offices soon, and either way it's a 10-minute drive from my apartment. I might even try biking there if the weather's good.
Pretty weird to have a day-job working schedule again. I can't say I won't miss the freedom of late mornings and seeing Tel Aviv coffeeshops in the daylight. And the next public holidays aren't till April, which is honestly way too far away - but I already know I'm taking a day off this Thursday to be with a friend who's visiting from abroad, and a few days off in January for Hamilton (!!!) in London, tickets that I only had to buy 11 months in advance, no biggie, so I'm going to be easing back into this work thing.
Another way of easing into work was not actually working full days my first two days there: on my first day I left a bit early for the dentist's to get two wisdom teeth pulled, and on the second I left a bit early because with perfect timing I got strep throat.
So dentists have been telling me for years that I need to surgically remove one of my wisdom teeth, but after leaving my job earlier in the year and finally scheduling dentist appointments after forever, they've all recommended removing the other three as well. So 2-3 weeks ago I went to a doctor who was recommended by my cousin and he was really good - just, made me feel like I was in good hands. He did a full checkup that included my jaw, gums, palette, tongue, detailed tooth inspection, and he wrote me up a full treatment plan that included various cleanings, fillings, teeth pulling, you name it. He actually told me that he cold see an inflammation in my throat, but I couldn't feel anything and he said it might be dormant or something.
Anyway, I went after work on Wednesday. I'd never had any teeth pulled before, and was getting both reassurances that it's really not that bad but also that I should prepare for some pain afterwards. I ended up asking him to remove 2 teeth instead of one if he had time, just to save appointments and extra healing time in the future, and he said no problem. And in the end, it really was a lot less traumatic than I expected it to be: I don't know what he used to sedate the area but I didn't feel anything there for about five hours. Pulling the teeth themselves was super fast - felt like maybe 1-2 minutes each, he said they were at good angles - and afterwards I had to bite on some gauze as he gave me post care instructions.
My face looked normal afterwards, so I decided to go to a post-Hanukkah candle lighting with a group of friends after all - out schedules didn't align to meet during the actual holiday, so we faked a ninth night and lit candles anyway.
When the anesthesia wore off I expected to be in much stronger pain than I ended up being in; it was just a very mild toothache, and by the time I considered taking an a pill it already passed.
I was supposed to only eat cold mush for the following 24 hours, so I took bananas and avocados and white cheese to work, which was mildly embarrassing, but overall fine. I followed the doctor's orders and did not feel up the missing teeth with my tongue - which I still have not, I'm a grossed out to do it, actually.
The Thursday evening I was in a meeting in a closed room for like two hours, and I could feel myself starting to get a fever - just being hot and stuffy and tired and aching joints. I left work early, collapsed into bed and watched (rather, listened) to episodes of Silicon Valley for hours. I consulted with the dentist who told me that if it doesn't pass by morning, just go to a regular doctor, so I did, and voila, strep throat, yay. Got a penicillin prescription (and some challah - the doctor's office was in the ultra-Orthodox city of Bnei Brak and the bakery smelled delicious), then got home and watched, in order:
-the rest of Silicon Valley
-a biopic starring Dominic West about the discovery and extraction of penicillin
-a documentary about Archie Leech aka Cary Grant, which was pretty good/interesting.
Somehow throughout this all I had to navigate between food that was good for my throat (soup/tea) and good for my teeth (nothing hot for 24h), but I am now at the stage where I'm definitely allowed to have soup, so that's good. Thursday night I ordered takeout soup and kept adding junk to the order just to pass the minimum price for takeout, and ended up only having the appetite for 3 spoonfuls. Friday morning my mom brought be a giant pot of chicken soup, though, and it's delicious as usual.
Yesterday evening I took meds that made me feel good enough to go to a Swedish Christmas party that one of the Swedes from choir throws every year, and it was fun - had some glogg (mulled wine), sang a bit, mingled.
Today I woke up with no fever but very stuffy, so I... hope that passes fast.
Meanwhile, maybe it's this time of ~turmoil, but I've had two dreams I can remember:
One was this nightmarish combination of work and the dental treatment that was somehow about the company's technology being a lot more primitive than where it needs to be, and requiring mostly manual work.
The other was about a twist in the new Star Wars movie, where we flash back to some Luke scene from the original trilogy, and then we discover that actually it didn't happen that way at all, and then we flash back to what really happened, which uses extra footage that was filmed back in the '70s specifically for this purpose. Like, they'd planned this long con fakeout for forty years. I don't actually remember what it was that Luke did in that scene, but it was all epic screenwriting and everyone's minds were blown.
And now I shall go and buy some kleenex and honey because I fear I'll need them with me tonight.
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Overall, the job seems interesting enough, I think - I'm not 100% sure yet how it'll go but we'll see - and the people seem really nice, so at least as far as working environment, I think I'm going to enjoy it. Supposed to move to less crowded offices soon, and either way it's a 10-minute drive from my apartment. I might even try biking there if the weather's good.
Pretty weird to have a day-job working schedule again. I can't say I won't miss the freedom of late mornings and seeing Tel Aviv coffeeshops in the daylight. And the next public holidays aren't till April, which is honestly way too far away - but I already know I'm taking a day off this Thursday to be with a friend who's visiting from abroad, and a few days off in January for Hamilton (!!!) in London, tickets that I only had to buy 11 months in advance, no biggie, so I'm going to be easing back into this work thing.
Another way of easing into work was not actually working full days my first two days there: on my first day I left a bit early for the dentist's to get two wisdom teeth pulled, and on the second I left a bit early because with perfect timing I got strep throat.
So dentists have been telling me for years that I need to surgically remove one of my wisdom teeth, but after leaving my job earlier in the year and finally scheduling dentist appointments after forever, they've all recommended removing the other three as well. So 2-3 weeks ago I went to a doctor who was recommended by my cousin and he was really good - just, made me feel like I was in good hands. He did a full checkup that included my jaw, gums, palette, tongue, detailed tooth inspection, and he wrote me up a full treatment plan that included various cleanings, fillings, teeth pulling, you name it. He actually told me that he cold see an inflammation in my throat, but I couldn't feel anything and he said it might be dormant or something.
Anyway, I went after work on Wednesday. I'd never had any teeth pulled before, and was getting both reassurances that it's really not that bad but also that I should prepare for some pain afterwards. I ended up asking him to remove 2 teeth instead of one if he had time, just to save appointments and extra healing time in the future, and he said no problem. And in the end, it really was a lot less traumatic than I expected it to be: I don't know what he used to sedate the area but I didn't feel anything there for about five hours. Pulling the teeth themselves was super fast - felt like maybe 1-2 minutes each, he said they were at good angles - and afterwards I had to bite on some gauze as he gave me post care instructions.
My face looked normal afterwards, so I decided to go to a post-Hanukkah candle lighting with a group of friends after all - out schedules didn't align to meet during the actual holiday, so we faked a ninth night and lit candles anyway.
When the anesthesia wore off I expected to be in much stronger pain than I ended up being in; it was just a very mild toothache, and by the time I considered taking an a pill it already passed.
I was supposed to only eat cold mush for the following 24 hours, so I took bananas and avocados and white cheese to work, which was mildly embarrassing, but overall fine. I followed the doctor's orders and did not feel up the missing teeth with my tongue - which I still have not, I'm a grossed out to do it, actually.
The Thursday evening I was in a meeting in a closed room for like two hours, and I could feel myself starting to get a fever - just being hot and stuffy and tired and aching joints. I left work early, collapsed into bed and watched (rather, listened) to episodes of Silicon Valley for hours. I consulted with the dentist who told me that if it doesn't pass by morning, just go to a regular doctor, so I did, and voila, strep throat, yay. Got a penicillin prescription (and some challah - the doctor's office was in the ultra-Orthodox city of Bnei Brak and the bakery smelled delicious), then got home and watched, in order:
-the rest of Silicon Valley
-a biopic starring Dominic West about the discovery and extraction of penicillin
-a documentary about Archie Leech aka Cary Grant, which was pretty good/interesting.
Somehow throughout this all I had to navigate between food that was good for my throat (soup/tea) and good for my teeth (nothing hot for 24h), but I am now at the stage where I'm definitely allowed to have soup, so that's good. Thursday night I ordered takeout soup and kept adding junk to the order just to pass the minimum price for takeout, and ended up only having the appetite for 3 spoonfuls. Friday morning my mom brought be a giant pot of chicken soup, though, and it's delicious as usual.
Yesterday evening I took meds that made me feel good enough to go to a Swedish Christmas party that one of the Swedes from choir throws every year, and it was fun - had some glogg (mulled wine), sang a bit, mingled.
Today I woke up with no fever but very stuffy, so I... hope that passes fast.
Meanwhile, maybe it's this time of ~turmoil, but I've had two dreams I can remember:
One was this nightmarish combination of work and the dental treatment that was somehow about the company's technology being a lot more primitive than where it needs to be, and requiring mostly manual work.
The other was about a twist in the new Star Wars movie, where we flash back to some Luke scene from the original trilogy, and then we discover that actually it didn't happen that way at all, and then we flash back to what really happened, which uses extra footage that was filmed back in the '70s specifically for this purpose. Like, they'd planned this long con fakeout for forty years. I don't actually remember what it was that Luke did in that scene, but it was all epic screenwriting and everyone's minds were blown.
And now I shall go and buy some kleenex and honey because I fear I'll need them with me tonight.
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