New Job

This week I began a new old job. I started temping in the department that I used to work in full time. I began there as a temp, was hired full time, and loved by everyone. Seriously I was. They are treating me well, letting me make my own hours, give me some work but not too much cause I am a temp, let me goof off, and much more importantly allow themselves to be good people themselves in the office. Lots of joking around, makes the day go by quicker.

At present moment I am in a cube that has three neighbors, two of which are loud people in every way of themselves, and the other is a very quiet individual. All are women, post “change”, if that matters to you. Even though I am not involved in their loud conversations, I still enjoy it. I don’t pay full attention to them, but I appreciate the backround noise. Kind of like the planes that fly overhead in Brooklyn on the way to land at LaGuardia airport. If it’s not there, I just don’t feel right. From my seat I can see northern Queens through the glass of the corner office that I sit outside of, and can watch LaGuardia planes take off and land if I feel like standing up next to my cube.

Everyone welcomed me back, and there are lots of new people whose names I will most likely continue to forget. It’s one of my biggest faults, remembering names. I even blanked on quite noticable my girlfriends name on Sunday morning. Oh well, my apologies Ms. Cheese.

Yesterday was a little annoying at work, but only cause I now work in Long Island City, there were ConEd power issues going on in Queens, and the building couldn’t fully utilize the air conditioning, or run more than two elevators per bank. Luckily it was after I left that the entire building had to be evacuated due to an impending brownout. Then this morning while I was getting before work, I saw that little old me had three new voicemails. One mwas Ms. Cheese, and the other two were people that I report to, they said the entire building is without power, and to enjoy the free day off from work. No work makes me happy, even though going there for four hours isn’t really bad at all.

This week I also started going to a formal U.S. college. I have 38 Canadian college credits, so after eight years of non U.S. education, I returned. It’s a US history class, covering colonization through the Civil War. Even though most people say I look young, and most of the time still think of myself internally as being a 12 year old, I looked at my classmates and felt old, except compared to the two much older women, but most of the college kids look so young. I mean babyfat young. They still have babyfat! Schooling seems easy now that I am finally able to pay attention in class, this all caused by my lack of complete boredom of class.