random notes of today
Jul. 13th, 2004 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseGuess who's the new C&C TA. I have to call the instructor back to arrange meeting times so that I can figure out what the heck I'm doing. They're using a new textbook, and there will be 70 freshmen next year, and I didn't bother to save any of my old notes because I never bother to do that for any subject. But I'm still excited and happy.
I found my co-worker's blog today, Christina's. I was reading it (naturally) because I found the link under the links scroll bar on Internet Explorer where you enter the URL. People in my office are so trusting about computers; I have to disable the spyware clogging up their desktop so that some evil bot doesn't collect all of the address and credit card info. Interestingly enough, Christina sounds much nicer on her blog than in person. Nice sincere gracious devout Christian-so why is it that in person she frowns at me and schemes of ways to make me do her work for her and generally find fault with what I do in an ingratiatingly kind "you know you really should do it like this" tone of voice that adults like to use when chiding their younger slaves...I mean, interns? Now that we have to share an office I'm subjected to Hillary Duff's caterwauling for more than an hour at a time. Aaaah!
But my other co-workers are great, really. We had a mini-fashion show as Amber was trying on two of Linda's old dresses for an office function tomorrow. Amber locked herself in the supply/copy room and when she came out we'd all admire her and ooh and aah and say how lovely she looked (which she did, honestly). And Susan was asking everyone (except me, because I'm too young) whether or not she should wear pantyhose tomorrow and what kind and whether or not it should be colored. And there was this great big debate about panthose and stockings and tans and summer dresses and sandals. And then a corporate representative just happens to walk in at this point to pick up some comp request tickets, and Isabel is laughing and embarassed. Thankfully the rep couldn't see us because we were around the corner.
Susan is exceptionally kind to me. She helped to untangle a bunch of Summer Symphony (here on now abbreviated as SS) committe members' name tags that somehow got all tangled up even though originally they were all beautifully hanging up around two magnets that were on top of the auxiliary deskplace. We were talking about her cats and not being able to alphabetize things easily and being clumsy, and it was all really lovely. Oh, and now that we've got a "secret word of the day" we're all a lot crazier. It's hilarious just to watch us all scream and shriek whenever anyone says the word of the day. And today we had a new temporary worker show up. His name's Todd, and unfortunately for him he's the only man in the office. No wonder he looked so uncomfortable. I had to show him how to answer the hotline, which was really intimidating because I'm at least six inches shorter than him, and he's at least eight years older than me. And of course, the secret word of the day happened to be his name, so whenever anyone addressed him we all screamed.
I really wouldn't mind working here during the school year for community service hours.
I'm really looking forward to this Sunday and two Fridays from now. I was talking to Sophia on the phone for about 53 minutes reminiscing about the Great Britain trip. I'm bringing my GB memory book to her house two Fridays from now, and we'll take another magical walk and we'll both go in to 7-11 so that Sophia doesn't have to wait outside and have hoboes think that she's a prostitute wearing Polartec fleece.
I found my co-worker's blog today, Christina's. I was reading it (naturally) because I found the link under the links scroll bar on Internet Explorer where you enter the URL. People in my office are so trusting about computers; I have to disable the spyware clogging up their desktop so that some evil bot doesn't collect all of the address and credit card info. Interestingly enough, Christina sounds much nicer on her blog than in person. Nice sincere gracious devout Christian-so why is it that in person she frowns at me and schemes of ways to make me do her work for her and generally find fault with what I do in an ingratiatingly kind "you know you really should do it like this" tone of voice that adults like to use when chiding their younger slaves...I mean, interns? Now that we have to share an office I'm subjected to Hillary Duff's caterwauling for more than an hour at a time. Aaaah!
But my other co-workers are great, really. We had a mini-fashion show as Amber was trying on two of Linda's old dresses for an office function tomorrow. Amber locked herself in the supply/copy room and when she came out we'd all admire her and ooh and aah and say how lovely she looked (which she did, honestly). And Susan was asking everyone (except me, because I'm too young) whether or not she should wear pantyhose tomorrow and what kind and whether or not it should be colored. And there was this great big debate about panthose and stockings and tans and summer dresses and sandals. And then a corporate representative just happens to walk in at this point to pick up some comp request tickets, and Isabel is laughing and embarassed. Thankfully the rep couldn't see us because we were around the corner.
Susan is exceptionally kind to me. She helped to untangle a bunch of Summer Symphony (here on now abbreviated as SS) committe members' name tags that somehow got all tangled up even though originally they were all beautifully hanging up around two magnets that were on top of the auxiliary deskplace. We were talking about her cats and not being able to alphabetize things easily and being clumsy, and it was all really lovely. Oh, and now that we've got a "secret word of the day" we're all a lot crazier. It's hilarious just to watch us all scream and shriek whenever anyone says the word of the day. And today we had a new temporary worker show up. His name's Todd, and unfortunately for him he's the only man in the office. No wonder he looked so uncomfortable. I had to show him how to answer the hotline, which was really intimidating because I'm at least six inches shorter than him, and he's at least eight years older than me. And of course, the secret word of the day happened to be his name, so whenever anyone addressed him we all screamed.
I really wouldn't mind working here during the school year for community service hours.
I'm really looking forward to this Sunday and two Fridays from now. I was talking to Sophia on the phone for about 53 minutes reminiscing about the Great Britain trip. I'm bringing my GB memory book to her house two Fridays from now, and we'll take another magical walk and we'll both go in to 7-11 so that Sophia doesn't have to wait outside and have hoboes think that she's a prostitute wearing Polartec fleece.
