Further into the Briar Patch of Administrative Hell
I'm going to start cutting all the work-related sections in my posts, so those of you who would rather commit seppuku than read about data entry and the soon-to-be wonders of inbuond/outbound install calling can live to continue your daily cycles of dissapointment, resentment, and apathy.
You know when you step into the office early in the morning and you're one of the first few there? Your first instinct is "Fuck, what am I doing up this early? I wish I was dead or didn't feel feelings," followed by the more practical response "where the hell is the coffee?" Well today was more or less one of those days for me. I've come to the conclusion that there's no easy way to jump start your day with a 'cup o' joe,' as after you ingest your first lovin' spoonful your body begins to resent you for applying external stimulus to exact your own selfish ends. Seriously, for the first hour at work I literally feel like there are ants crawling beneath my skin and I'm overwhelmed by a sense of restlessness. I'm starting to suspect that the pod coffee maker is being laced with mild hallucinogens. Everyone pray I don't pick up a letter open one day and attempt to stab out the heart of the nearest demon.
We had a batch of new temps today, and guess who was appointed to show them the ropes? In case anyone was wondering, it's nearly impossible to impose any sort of authority over someone when you're 22 and instead of a photo on your ID there's a fuchsia post-it that says "temp." I talked with a guy from the systems engineering dept. on one of my breaks, and that's the kind of stuff I think I want to do. Perhaps I'll look into getting microsoft certifications and learning a bit about linux and red hat.
Moving away from work related prattle, I was leaving for work this morning when I came downstairs to find Abbey (Tom's ex, now our friend) and some unnamed 20-something girl sleeping on our garishly long couch. I'm not quite sure what the story is on that one, but we did go out for drinks with Abbey last night, and got kinda drunk.
We're going to the Robot exibit at OMSI museum this weekend! You all know that I have a soft spot in my heart for our future mechanical over-lords (seriously, I read a disturbing article which talked about the future of robotics not mimiking bi-pedal movement, but possesing shape shifting - yes, fucking shape shifting - abilities in order to adapt and become more versatile than man. One company from Japan has created a robot that is merely uniform blocks held together with magnets which can re-arrange themselves into different forms depending on the terrain that they're on (ex. They can turn into a wheel on pavement, and slither like a snake in sand)) All power to our new masters!
You know when you step into the office early in the morning and you're one of the first few there? Your first instinct is "Fuck, what am I doing up this early? I wish I was dead or didn't feel feelings," followed by the more practical response "where the hell is the coffee?" Well today was more or less one of those days for me. I've come to the conclusion that there's no easy way to jump start your day with a 'cup o' joe,' as after you ingest your first lovin' spoonful your body begins to resent you for applying external stimulus to exact your own selfish ends. Seriously, for the first hour at work I literally feel like there are ants crawling beneath my skin and I'm overwhelmed by a sense of restlessness. I'm starting to suspect that the pod coffee maker is being laced with mild hallucinogens. Everyone pray I don't pick up a letter open one day and attempt to stab out the heart of the nearest demon.
We had a batch of new temps today, and guess who was appointed to show them the ropes? In case anyone was wondering, it's nearly impossible to impose any sort of authority over someone when you're 22 and instead of a photo on your ID there's a fuchsia post-it that says "temp." I talked with a guy from the systems engineering dept. on one of my breaks, and that's the kind of stuff I think I want to do. Perhaps I'll look into getting microsoft certifications and learning a bit about linux and red hat.
Moving away from work related prattle, I was leaving for work this morning when I came downstairs to find Abbey (Tom's ex, now our friend) and some unnamed 20-something girl sleeping on our garishly long couch. I'm not quite sure what the story is on that one, but we did go out for drinks with Abbey last night, and got kinda drunk.
We're going to the Robot exibit at OMSI museum this weekend! You all know that I have a soft spot in my heart for our future mechanical over-lords (seriously, I read a disturbing article which talked about the future of robotics not mimiking bi-pedal movement, but possesing shape shifting - yes, fucking shape shifting - abilities in order to adapt and become more versatile than man. One company from Japan has created a robot that is merely uniform blocks held together with magnets which can re-arrange themselves into different forms depending on the terrain that they're on (ex. They can turn into a wheel on pavement, and slither like a snake in sand)) All power to our new masters!