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Greetings! I come to you from one of the local frozen yogurt (or "froyo," as the kids say, though this is possible some sort of mobile application platform* as well) places. This one is in Uptown, offers two kinds of Captain Crunch as toppings, has a happy hour, and currently is serving a fierce Pumpkin yogurt. Om nom nom, to say the least.
(They do not have cones, V, so I cannot request one "entirely of sprinkles.")
Now, I know yall have been wondering: Ten**, what do you do at work? The short answer to this is, of course, be a temp. This means I get to do my Supervisor's scutwork, as well as any other scutwork the office has to offer. Which is all fine and good; it's what temps do. In this case, it's probably best, too: the office is so tied up in legal code that shit, yo, I don't know half of what people are up to. I had to look up the various bankruptcies to figure out what my office handled--and I'm still not entirely clear on it--and though I've been part of the process, I'm not entirely sure where I come in on the process line. At some point I'll get someone to flowchart it out for me, but since they tossed me in the pond and I continue not to drown, that's not exactly high priority.
But one of the processes that's pretty much MINE at this point is verifying checks. Debtors send us money, and I make sure it all lines up and goes where it's supposed to. It's not a terribly complicated process, though it does mean a good portion of my morning is devoted to opening envelopes and squinting at people's handwriting. And afterwards, if they Did Not Follow Instructions, I get to send them a somewhat passive-aggressive letter. It is delightful, and despite being a bit of a slog at times, is such a fixture that I was kinda sad not to have any on Monday.
And despite the repetition, I'm...me (i.e. possessed of mine own sensibility, or in other words, weird). I find things to interest me. I love seeing the variety of names to come across my desk, and take mental notes on the spiffy ones (like Manzanares, which is decently common yet completely unfamiliar to me; same with Lujan) (and no, those names are not in danger from Google); in fact, I have come across Two of the Greatest Names Ever, which are sadly so cool I cannot tell anyone outside of in confidence. But trust me, they are *amazing.* As well, since I like to take pictures of street signs, I get all *wai wai* when cool street names come across my desk. Like--there are small sections in town with streets named after gemstones; there's a Blueberry road of some sort in Rio Rancho; and there's a place called Sammy Lane. SAMMY! Sometimes I GMap them just to see if any are within my reach (most, as it turns out, aren't).
But this week's thing has been taking pictures of the insides of envelopes.
I had no clue prior to this job that security envelopes come in different patterns. In fact, it seems like a lot of corporations come up with their own security patterns. They range in color from blue to black, and they come in all sorts of interesting patterns--sometimes it's squiggles, sometimes it's circles and lines, sometimes it's just random crosshatching. Sometimes it's the company name, or some sort of manufacturer logo (one of my favorites is a gorgeous dark blue with POSTDAY all over it). There's a lot of repeats, but I'm rather amazed at how many different patterns folks have come up with; I think I've had new pictures to take every day this week. They seem like they would make good patterns for images, or, well, they're just spiffy to look at, too.
So, there you go. Curiosity I totally knew you had: satisfied. You are welcome.
Now to go take park pictures. Inez Park, so full of trees! *___*
*If not, then there's a sudden weird fetish in the tech community for dunking their smartphones into frozen yogurt. Someone get ValleyWag on this!
**Just for the curious: if we ever were to meet in real life (this would take a lot of doing for most; I am shy, fat, and prone to social stupidity), feel free to call me Ten. I have friends who know me as Ten at this point, and somewhere around 2/3 of the time I call myself Ten. lemonyloyce has given me my only true nickname, and by fuck, it's stuck. (And I will MAKE IT STICK).
(They do not have cones, V, so I cannot request one "entirely of sprinkles.")
Now, I know yall have been wondering: Ten**, what do you do at work? The short answer to this is, of course, be a temp. This means I get to do my Supervisor's scutwork, as well as any other scutwork the office has to offer. Which is all fine and good; it's what temps do. In this case, it's probably best, too: the office is so tied up in legal code that shit, yo, I don't know half of what people are up to. I had to look up the various bankruptcies to figure out what my office handled--and I'm still not entirely clear on it--and though I've been part of the process, I'm not entirely sure where I come in on the process line. At some point I'll get someone to flowchart it out for me, but since they tossed me in the pond and I continue not to drown, that's not exactly high priority.
But one of the processes that's pretty much MINE at this point is verifying checks. Debtors send us money, and I make sure it all lines up and goes where it's supposed to. It's not a terribly complicated process, though it does mean a good portion of my morning is devoted to opening envelopes and squinting at people's handwriting. And afterwards, if they Did Not Follow Instructions, I get to send them a somewhat passive-aggressive letter. It is delightful, and despite being a bit of a slog at times, is such a fixture that I was kinda sad not to have any on Monday.
And despite the repetition, I'm...me (i.e. possessed of mine own sensibility, or in other words, weird). I find things to interest me. I love seeing the variety of names to come across my desk, and take mental notes on the spiffy ones (like Manzanares, which is decently common yet completely unfamiliar to me; same with Lujan) (and no, those names are not in danger from Google); in fact, I have come across Two of the Greatest Names Ever, which are sadly so cool I cannot tell anyone outside of in confidence. But trust me, they are *amazing.* As well, since I like to take pictures of street signs, I get all *wai wai* when cool street names come across my desk. Like--there are small sections in town with streets named after gemstones; there's a Blueberry road of some sort in Rio Rancho; and there's a place called Sammy Lane. SAMMY! Sometimes I GMap them just to see if any are within my reach (most, as it turns out, aren't).
But this week's thing has been taking pictures of the insides of envelopes.
I had no clue prior to this job that security envelopes come in different patterns. In fact, it seems like a lot of corporations come up with their own security patterns. They range in color from blue to black, and they come in all sorts of interesting patterns--sometimes it's squiggles, sometimes it's circles and lines, sometimes it's just random crosshatching. Sometimes it's the company name, or some sort of manufacturer logo (one of my favorites is a gorgeous dark blue with POSTDAY all over it). There's a lot of repeats, but I'm rather amazed at how many different patterns folks have come up with; I think I've had new pictures to take every day this week. They seem like they would make good patterns for images, or, well, they're just spiffy to look at, too.
So, there you go. Curiosity I totally knew you had: satisfied. You are welcome.
Now to go take park pictures. Inez Park, so full of trees! *___*
*If not, then there's a sudden weird fetish in the tech community for dunking their smartphones into frozen yogurt. Someone get ValleyWag on this!
**Just for the curious: if we ever were to meet in real life (this would take a lot of doing for most; I am shy, fat, and prone to social stupidity), feel free to call me Ten. I have friends who know me as Ten at this point, and somewhere around 2/3 of the time I call myself Ten. lemonyloyce has given me my only true nickname, and by fuck, it's stuck. (And I will MAKE IT STICK).