I still love my job. The work is more difficult than what I’m used to (I keep wanting to say, “But of course the client has their vision insurance as a post-tax deduction!”, but I’m reminded that there a million ways to run payroll and I’ve only ever seen one of them) but the people are great and I think I’m getting better at it every day. There’s no Almighty D, though, and that part sucks. (Well, there’s Almighty D on Instant Messenger, but since we both have to dodge our bosses, it’s a little sporadic).
Here’s something funny…so, my department is comprised of 6 ladies (me and four others in my office and one in an office in the midwest). One day, one of the local ladies sits down and tells us she has a dilemma. Intrigued, I wheel my chair over to hear all about it. It turns out that she went home at lunch and left her purse there. “I’m on E,” she said, “really on E. What should I do?”
Another co-worker offers her a few bucks as a loan. All I can think is, “Did she just admit she took Ecstasy at lunch?”
So, of course, I am me, so I piped up (quietly) “You’re on Ecstasy?”
“No! I’m almost out of gas!”
Oh. She – her car – is on E(mpty).
Duhhhh. Fortunately, she thinks I’m hilarious so we all had a good laugh, especially when I said we should have a dance party anyway.
Here’s something I’m not used to: my old company had single stall restrooms, whereas the new company has a ladies room with six or eight stalls. Whenever I go to the ladies room with a coworker, she always continues the conversation. Is that weird? Maybe it’s just that one co-worker, who seems to like me (she’s nice, but not Almighty). Maybe at this job I’ll give all my coworkers nicknames instead of soap opera pseudonyms. If so, this one is Bathroom Talker.
Last night was my company’s “Summer Event”, which was bowling at the bowling alley down the street from my house. Gene couldn’t make it but nearly everyone else had their spouse with them. Bathroom Talker’s husband had to miss it as well, so she and I stuck together. Turns out, I’m a pretty decent bowler still. Sadly, I could not use my beloved Bowling Phrase, “You can pick that up, babe!” because, well, that would be weird.
Today, though, I am reminded that I should have stretched or something first…my right pinkie aches (but I think it’s been broken for awhile – unless one should be able to move the top half of a finger independently from the rest of it?), my back is patently unhappy and I feel all dehydrated (despite being stone cold sober the whole time).
Still, I love my job. Nice company!