so i was walking down the hall, carrying my third cup of coffee, and it hit me like this weird vertigo – i’m going to miss this place. for all the times i’ve ranted and moaned about it, i had a fun job at a laid back place where i didn’t have specific times i had to be at work, where surfing the internet could easily be considered job-related research, and if i had ever showed up in my jammies, no one would have cared. and i would have showed up in jammies, i’m sure, at some point, if i had jammies in which to show. up. anyway.
it’s been close to three and a half years which is about the longest i’ve ever been anywhere. i have issues. i’m not the most … easily managed person in the world. i can’t be instructed to do something a stupid way, when i know for a fact i have a better way. for instance: in the 80’s i worked for an aviation fuel supplier. part of my job was to compile the monthly sales figures from all their stations, and this was done on big wide sheets of green ledger paper and a ten-key. there was a PC on my desk, which had (i think it was) visicalc on it, which wasn’t getting much use – so i proposed to the accountant that i could put together spreadsheets that would look *exactly* like the reports i was doing by hand. she said no. i figured that her reason for saying no was that she just didn’t fully realize what a cool idea it was, so i did it anyway.
in that instance, it worked out, but in many other jobs i’ve had, that sort of behavior is actually frowned upon. can you imagine?
where was i? oh yeah. missing this place. the three years i’ve been here have been extremely eventful in the other areas of my life, and so i think the time that’s passed has been … denser. it feels like dog years. forever.
god i can still remember getting confused trying to find the soda machine. being introduced around and telling everyone right off, hi i’m karen and i’m going to forget your name immediately and continue forgetting it for some time now, please be patient. hell, i’ve only just recently gotten to where i know everybody’s name – except theresa, who i always think of as joyce, and the techs, i still have no idea what any of their names are. i just think of them all as bobs. or maybe alans. or franks. something like that.
i’m going to miss this place.