Sometimes you need a lightsaber...
So, here I am, sitting at my brand new desk, looking at these unfilled walls of mirth. I’m going to have to start filling them with things that define me. A floppy Mench, maybe a lego scout trooper or two. A few pictures of select things. =Bren, my cats, the complication, ‘her’, the possibilities boggle my mind.
Speaking of which. Boggle was a pretty neat game, y’know…if a bit noisy and prone to the making up of words. Whaddya mean, porthing isn’t a word? Yeah. Maybe I should play some online Boggle when I get home later.
This working three days a week gig is pretty sweet. I mean, it’d be neater if I worked a full five, but for the time being, three is good. Plus, I think I may actually like this job, I mean…it’s so different! It’s so different from the day to day grind of customer after customer. It’s very laid back, and very relaxed. There’s something comforting in being able to actually help a customer and take the time to do a thorough job.
Although…I do have one quibble. My job title is “Member Services Specialist” In that I am a specialist in servicing out members. And my job is to ensure that they are, “totally satisfied.” If I think about it too long, I start to giggle. Any longer, and it’s a full fledged laugh, because, after all, I almost feel like I should ask if they want the happy ending. *giggle*
But other than that, it’s pretty much cream cheese. I have my own desk, as I said before, my own desk. Not one that I share with someone else, not one that I have to be careful about moving things. My own desk. And my own space of counter. Yep, that’s me, moving sideways in the world. Haha. The only thing, I will need to start the working out more seriously, because I would not like it if my butt expanded to fit this chair. Not at all.
And the day has gone by fairly quickly. I feel like there’s something else I should be doing. That me sitting here, vaguely idle, staring at my coffee cup, typing this is somehow me not being a good employee. Ah well. Such is the life, right?
And, in the effort of clarity, I’ll be concise. I think, that even if the girl, the heather, she were to contact me and say, “heya jj!”, I don’t know what my reaction would be. It could range anywhere from a stroke to the random expulsion of food particles from my eating orifice (or even another random opening), to stunned silence, to my head spontaneously exploding, ala Raiders of the Lost Ark. I do know that it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn’t even possibly be sane. I just know that I would…heck, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s much like the great zombie inconvenience, I suppose. If things were to pop off, who’s to say exactly what I’d do? Chaos theory, as Ian Malcom would say, along with, “Must go faster.”
So, it’s time for me to split, go home, take off my pants and play some Fallout3. Or maybe some KOTR2. Sometimes, you need a lightsaber and not a sniper rifle. Isn’t that just a quote for the day?