2002-10-11 - 8:56 a.m.
Warning: Contains strong language
Fuckers.
I am in a bad mood today.
I went out on a boat with about 200 of my coworkers yesterday. The boat took us to Angel Island for a picnic and other fun, teambuilding activities. The whole idea behind this thing is that we are all supposed to hang out and get to know/like each other in a non-business environment.
So here is where I bitch.
It was fucking freezing. Anyone out there know San Francisco weather? Now imagine being in the middle of the bay. Being diabetic (at least, last I heard) and on a low-carb diet I have fewer menu choices than most. Besides barbeque, which was covered in sugary sauce, we were offered those mixed rice crackers, fruit snacks (I call them fruit floofies, I don't know their real name), and cookies. And, last but not least, I don't like 98% of these people. I mean, I'm sure they are good people in the grand scheme of things but not the people I would want to spend a foggy, windy, freezing ass day out on Angel Island with. Really, the booze they were offering weren't that good!
Fuckers
So here is where I admit to the other side of the coin. It was nice to get away from the office for a day. I am in deep honeymoon phase right now and it was nice to focus on other things, like my core temperature, for a day. It was nice to assert my boundaries and not hang out with my bosses or our freaky (in the uninteresting way) intern. Plus I got to hang out with one of my coworkers that I actually do like, and after talking with him for about 6 hours straight I like him even more. He plays in a band, they do Celtic stuff, he may want to record my singing. Dude! So cool. I even got complimented on my singing by another coworker of mine who has lots of musical training so .. you know he knows what he's talking about. ((preen)) And the other guy, Pat, is SO interesting! He worked for this company that gave them sabbaticals, so he was able to leave work for 5 months, travel Europe and still get a regular paycheck! Who'd a thought ... someone I can actually talk to ... at work. Although he did get kind of derailed at one point. We were on the boad back (on the windiest side of the boat, mind you, because we are EXTREME{ly crazy}) and he notices my ankle. He says "Oh! You have a tattoo." to which I reply "Yeah, I've got three" and he kind of glazes over and drifts away ... heh.
I guess my whole point to this is: it's not that I expect to be able to share every detail of my life with my coworkers but I would like to have coworkers that I can talk to about something other than diets and powerpoint presentations, it's so fucking soul-less. (Although I did once have a coworker with whom I could have shared EVERYTHING about my present life with, Parker, where are you when I need you?). Every job I have ever liked in the least-wise included coworkers I liked, coworkers that made me laugh. Hulk just want that again, that so wrong?
It would be really cool if I could just transfer one level down and admin for Pat and Robert, I think I could stand to do that for a year. Of course, the ideal hope is for a job that one can not only do for a year, but for many years ... and not notice the time pass for joy of the work.
Oh, to be an expense report demi-goddess again.
I think that's all for now, not much in the way of depth ... but I haven't eaten yet either.
Take Care
M
(for something a bit different)
"I never seen a smile look so sad
Yeah, you make feel so good 'cause you're so bad" Aerosmith, Walk on Water
