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When I told people in my research field where I was going for my new job, one of them said, "Oh, they're a tight-knit community. They're big on personality match." At the interview, the two managers that hired me looked at each other and said "she's one of us." And indeed, I think they were right. This place is full of good people. So far, I've met the Sweet Women: the HR lady and the admin assistants. But the real asset here (IMO anyway) is the men! This place is packed with great men, all of them with their own strengths and weaknesses:
#The Tall Handsome (in a geek way) engineer with the Leading Man air who reminds me of graduate school.
#The poor overworked manager who really wants to be jolly but is completely swamped.
#The company goof. One Friday afternoon, we had a spontaneous giggle fit in the hall. Why? Because it was Friday.
#The lab under-manager who has the sweetest personality and a talent for jury-rigging,
#The rugged young newly-minted physicist who looks like he could model Abercrombie and Fitch.
#The smooth new Hispanic lab manager who's been here for a week and has already buttered me up ("Is your mother as attractive as you?" *blush*). He's still househunting for his family, and agrees that new houses are crap.
#The smooth-talking higher up who does expert witness testimony. He casts a spell that sends women falling at his feet. It even works on *me*, a little bit.
#The Southern Boy ex-jock engineer who's all business.
#And then there's the senior Engineer about whom I've heard many conflicting stories; everything from Great Guy to Arrogant Sexist Prick. All agree that he likely has the most raw brain power there, but would rather use his intelligence to score points than do work. I swiftly discovered that one does not converse with this man; one does battle. With such people, it is not safe to wing it; one must assemble a war room and develop a strategy. I am gathering information on him, both rumors and first-hand accounts. Plus I'm doing some observation on my own. Currently the strategy mostly likely to succeed is "wave the white flag."
#The smarter-than-usual red-neck technician who's been here forever, who needs a little TLC.
#The bosses with a sense of humor.
#The young manager with a garage full of BMW's (BMW SUV, BMW luxe car, AND BMW motorcycle.) He loves everybody.
#The technician who spends his lunchtimes playing swimmy-fetch with his dog in the pond, chasing the away the geese. ("I hate the geese. They poop all over, even if they don't have to.")
#And finally, the red-neck partially-educated technician in whose veins runs the blood of Faramir himself. I just met him a couple weeks ago and already I would do anything he asked (within reason duh). The two of us repotted an ailing houseplant up in the lab. "You have a lot of wisdom in you" I told him. Am I in love? Funnily enough, no. I know this type of affection; I've felt it before. There are different kinds of love, and this does not make me feel excitement.
About 2/3 the guys are married; the rest single. I have no dating chance with any of them. And I like it that way. I am done with failed dating. ANd also, I have to be somewhat careful. I've felt the niche-love before, and paid for it.
#The Tall Handsome (in a geek way) engineer with the Leading Man air who reminds me of graduate school.
#The poor overworked manager who really wants to be jolly but is completely swamped.
#The company goof. One Friday afternoon, we had a spontaneous giggle fit in the hall. Why? Because it was Friday.
#The lab under-manager who has the sweetest personality and a talent for jury-rigging,
#The rugged young newly-minted physicist who looks like he could model Abercrombie and Fitch.
#The smooth new Hispanic lab manager who's been here for a week and has already buttered me up ("Is your mother as attractive as you?" *blush*). He's still househunting for his family, and agrees that new houses are crap.
#The smooth-talking higher up who does expert witness testimony. He casts a spell that sends women falling at his feet. It even works on *me*, a little bit.
#The Southern Boy ex-jock engineer who's all business.
#And then there's the senior Engineer about whom I've heard many conflicting stories; everything from Great Guy to Arrogant Sexist Prick. All agree that he likely has the most raw brain power there, but would rather use his intelligence to score points than do work. I swiftly discovered that one does not converse with this man; one does battle. With such people, it is not safe to wing it; one must assemble a war room and develop a strategy. I am gathering information on him, both rumors and first-hand accounts. Plus I'm doing some observation on my own. Currently the strategy mostly likely to succeed is "wave the white flag."
#The smarter-than-usual red-neck technician who's been here forever, who needs a little TLC.
#The bosses with a sense of humor.
#The young manager with a garage full of BMW's (BMW SUV, BMW luxe car, AND BMW motorcycle.) He loves everybody.
#The technician who spends his lunchtimes playing swimmy-fetch with his dog in the pond, chasing the away the geese. ("I hate the geese. They poop all over, even if they don't have to.")
#And finally, the red-neck partially-educated technician in whose veins runs the blood of Faramir himself. I just met him a couple weeks ago and already I would do anything he asked (within reason duh). The two of us repotted an ailing houseplant up in the lab. "You have a lot of wisdom in you" I told him. Am I in love? Funnily enough, no. I know this type of affection; I've felt it before. There are different kinds of love, and this does not make me feel excitement.
About 2/3 the guys are married; the rest single. I have no dating chance with any of them. And I like it that way. I am done with failed dating. ANd also, I have to be somewhat careful. I've felt the niche-love before, and paid for it.