200 Words About My Job
The "new job smell" has worn off, a little -- that's bound to happen
when you've worked at a place for
seven months, six days and forty-three minutes -- but I'm pleased to
report that I'm still happy at The New
I'm SO happy, in fact, that I should probably quit referring
"The New Job."
How about: "The Job Where Everybody (Including The Boss) Knows How To
Use The Fax Machine?"
Or: "The Job Where Nobody Expects Me To Make The Morning
Coffee/Answer The Phones/Shmooze With The Crabby Mail Delivery
Person/Pick Meal Worms Off A Dying Dwarf Schleffera?"
Or how about this: "The Job Where Nobody Calls Each Other 'Asswipe' or
'Fudkwad' (At Least, Not Out Loud)?"
Then there's always this: "The Job That Has Absolutely Nothing To Do
With Engineering, Engineers, Geoengineers, Geotechnical Engineers,
Geotechnical Engineering Geoengineers OR 43,897,621 page Soil Density
Reports?" Has a ring to it, doesn't it?
Still, for the purposes of this website -- not to
mention the continued attention of my long-suffering readers -- I
should probably stick to something short and
succint and to-the-point.
So let's just call it "The Job" and be done with it. What do
to throw a rock?