It's been raining for the last two days, and the glorious city of New Your smells like sewage and dog pee. And it's hot.
The Internet connection in the office is very flickery, which really screws up my writing flow, but it feels like the events of these few days somehow should be documented or at least reflected upon.
So...
My desk is sterile with the exception of a few things I still plan on using today: headphones, Palm, half-pack of chewing gum and an antique* Maxwell House coffee mug. My ailing Windows box is cleaned up of all the stuff I kept in it during almost two years I had it. My coworkers are conspiring to take me out to lunch (I, of course, already bought one in the morning, because initially the gathering was supposed to be a short run for a beer after work). Darn. Will have to take it home along with the antique mug.
The office of congressman just called. Apparently, my case is not showing up anymore anywhere in both organizations, so I have to re-file. I don't wanna talk about it. Next step would be to sue, and it's all coming to just that.
My rapidly developing enthusiasm (although I was very skeptical at first) about my new employment is slightly marred by the light, but annoying sensation in my chest, which I am carefully trying to ignore for what seems to be like a couple of days (it could be longer, though...). Every evening I challenge myself with an energetic walk up the hill from my parking garage to my apartment building, watching out for the symptoms I know so well by now. So far, so good... We'll see, what will come next.
I am to report to my new boss on Monday, July 23rd, at a break of dawn, which in this case is 11 AM.
My computer will be arriving on Wednesday.
I am officially the first employee of his company.
It is time for a change, I think...
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* Anything made more than 20 years ago is called antique in this country. Things made before the World War II are considered ancient.
The Internet connection in the office is very flickery, which really screws up my writing flow, but it feels like the events of these few days somehow should be documented or at least reflected upon.
So...
My desk is sterile with the exception of a few things I still plan on using today: headphones, Palm, half-pack of chewing gum and an antique* Maxwell House coffee mug. My ailing Windows box is cleaned up of all the stuff I kept in it during almost two years I had it. My coworkers are conspiring to take me out to lunch (I, of course, already bought one in the morning, because initially the gathering was supposed to be a short run for a beer after work). Darn. Will have to take it home along with the antique mug.
The office of congressman just called. Apparently, my case is not showing up anymore anywhere in both organizations, so I have to re-file. I don't wanna talk about it. Next step would be to sue, and it's all coming to just that.
My rapidly developing enthusiasm (although I was very skeptical at first) about my new employment is slightly marred by the light, but annoying sensation in my chest, which I am carefully trying to ignore for what seems to be like a couple of days (it could be longer, though...). Every evening I challenge myself with an energetic walk up the hill from my parking garage to my apartment building, watching out for the symptoms I know so well by now. So far, so good... We'll see, what will come next.
I am to report to my new boss on Monday, July 23rd, at a break of dawn, which in this case is 11 AM.
My computer will be arriving on Wednesday.
I am officially the first employee of his company.
It is time for a change, I think...
____
* Anything made more than 20 years ago is called antique in this country. Things made before the World War II are considered ancient.