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Happy work birthday to me!
(Composed yesterday evening, 10/30. I just didn't have time to post it then.)
A year and a day I have worked here now. I have been granted a certificate, and a pen. There was brief applause.
As you were.
Okay, the post was going to end there and be all dry and disaffected, but since I started two days before Halloween, there's actually some voltage attached to these memories.
My third day of work, I felt completely free to show up as Lestat, proper fangs and tailcoat and ribbon in the hair and all. When I arrived, I found that my coworker (ethnically Chinese with candy-pink hair down to her waist) had come to work as Gothic Lolita. Someone else showed up as an iPhone. Everyone kept saying I should be introduced to the woman from QA who was also in fangs...
She was dressed as a kitty, and promptly invited me out to lunch with the tech team. Persistently, over the course of a couple months, until I finally lined up my schedule with theirs. (I started to wonder if she was sweet on me.) As of my third day of work, I was very, very sure that these were people I wanted to work with.
One year later, I'm going to work tomorrow as the Joker after changing my hair four times in the last three months. Five, tomorrow. I'm working across the cube-wall from the QA kitty, and I attended my old department's meeting this afternoon to say, "Here are the bugs we're going to fix," and listen to their questions and concerns.
I felt Expert.
A year and a day feels really good.
A year and a day I have worked here now. I have been granted a certificate, and a pen. There was brief applause.
As you were.
Okay, the post was going to end there and be all dry and disaffected, but since I started two days before Halloween, there's actually some voltage attached to these memories.
My third day of work, I felt completely free to show up as Lestat, proper fangs and tailcoat and ribbon in the hair and all. When I arrived, I found that my coworker (ethnically Chinese with candy-pink hair down to her waist) had come to work as Gothic Lolita. Someone else showed up as an iPhone. Everyone kept saying I should be introduced to the woman from QA who was also in fangs...
She was dressed as a kitty, and promptly invited me out to lunch with the tech team. Persistently, over the course of a couple months, until I finally lined up my schedule with theirs. (I started to wonder if she was sweet on me.) As of my third day of work, I was very, very sure that these were people I wanted to work with.
One year later, I'm going to work tomorrow as the Joker after changing my hair four times in the last three months. Five, tomorrow. I'm working across the cube-wall from the QA kitty, and I attended my old department's meeting this afternoon to say, "Here are the bugs we're going to fix," and listen to their questions and concerns.
I felt Expert.
A year and a day feels really good.
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I am going to work as a monk, and so I thought of your Data Purging.
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