Quick update: my cubicle is green, not gray. The people there seem pretty cool. There is a coffee maker and even some snacks. If I turn around and crane my neck I can see out the window to the sky. I like my boss, she has pretty hair. And there is the requisite Funny Guy who walks around spouting non sequiturs, which I love. Today’s choice: “Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots!” Also, I have seen a total of four different small dogs at the office.
Both days, they all invited me to join them for lunch.
Not the dogs. My coworkers.
Oh, and the work is fine. I work on a Mac which takes adjusting because my laptop is a PC. I tend to talk to myself, or to the footage I’m watching, so I can only imagine what my coworkers think when they hear me randomly say things like “This guy is dead meat,” or “Duh! Yes that’s a channel set diamond!”
Back to regularly scheduled ruminations and family photos soon.
They will know you’re crazy soon enough
I talk back to my answering machine and my voicemail. I should visit you at work and check my voicemail. Your coworkers heads would explode.
Sounds interesting. When do I get to know what show it is?