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If you’re responsible enough to hold a job, you’re responsible enough to clean up after yourself if you bleed/pee/poop on the toilet seat.

Come to think of it, the same applies to men as well.

seem to notice when the months change while at work. I know I’m aware of the change outside of work. But while on the job? Not really. I do notice that I rip the last month off the calendar at least a week into the new month.

Maybe it’s because I started this job at the end of a month? Possible.

Heard today at work:

Today starts Breast Awareness month.

Don’t ask me to do amazing things on mediums I don’t know how to control (yet).

It’s really not fair.

Let’s see. I feel like I haven’t posted in ages. My work days feel like work MONTHS. I’ve only been at the workday, where day=month thing for about a month and a half, which means I should be done with half a year right now.

So in those mental 6 months, I’ve sprained my ankle, fallen in the workplace, filed for workers comp (oh, wait, that’s all one thing), have logged in more overtime hours than I care to count — knowing that I don’t get paid overtime (I do know that for every normal 2 weeks of work I do, there’s at least a bit more than a week of overtime in there), been so swamped with work, that’s all I can see…

Um. All I can remember from the last 6 weeks is work stuff. And I can’t remember why I checked off ‘books’ in the Categories section.

I decided I’ll be taking the GREs in the next 12 months from now. No, I’m not solidly planning on attending grad school, I just think the test taking part of it will be fun.

Yes, I used ‘test-taking’ and ‘fun’ in the same sentence. I’m such a nerd. Sue me. I’ve always been the kid that everyone hated in grade school through high school. I’d barely make an effort in lecture, but come test taking time — I’d breeze through with extra time to spare. It’s an art, I’m telling all of you. It took time to be perfected. New grade, new obstacles to overcome.

It’s like I told my interviewer from a long past interview: I love the idea of a great challenge. And I hate being bored. Taking the GREs later serves both those statements. The GRE seems to cripple most people’s lives. I’d like to give it a go. If I get an awesome score — that’s really great, then I could possibly look at grad school, just for the hell of it — I have no such need of things yet. And prepping for the tests will give me something else to fill up my non-work minutes. Should be interesting.

Along with possibly taking the GREs in my future (without the certainty of attending grad school after that), I’ve also picked up a book on HTML/CSS/beginners SSI and one on “Tagalog for non-native speakers”. Of those two, the latter is posing far greater a challenge. I’m fine with pronunciation, having grown up with it all my life. I know a great deal of the words, again, having grown up in such an environment. I’m completely baffled as to sentence structure and basic grammar. Nearly 26, and the Tagalog comprehension of a 2 year old (possibly less).

I make such an awesome Filipino.

I’m always secretly thrilled when co-workers compliment me on my outfits. Yes, there is actually a business dress code here. Yes, it’s not nearly as lenient as the ones “enforced” at previous jobs. No, there are no such things as Casual Fridays here (if there are, really, I haven’t seen them yet).

Yesterday, it was “Oh Corinne, you always have the cutest outfits!” A few weeks before, I received, “You make business wear fun!”

I think the important thing is not to find clothes that fit the code, but to find clothes you love — and that shows off in how you put the outfit together. Obviously, while still trying to follow the code. I’m no stranger to dress codes though. I had to follow them in high school. Preparatory high school. Yep, one of those.

Stationary goose.
Car pulls up.
Woman exits vehicle.
Goose suddenly animates, scaring the crap out of the woman, who then runs, squealing, towards the office.
Stationary goose.

Result? Instaneous hilarity. Too bad I can’t get it on rewind.

No one in my department has a kid to bring in… either they’re too old or too young.

I have rather vague memories of the times my parents took me to their respective offices. The unplanned visits were always more fun. Besides, if I wanted to go to work with my dad, I’d either just stay at home or sit in a car all day. He doesn’t have a physical office. Works from home or all over LI.

We just saw them in the cafeteria. Lots of little mini-employees with their own badges. “_______ employees of the future,” we said. While oohing and awwing at their projects and posters.

Yeah, I probably totally wasn’t one of those kids way back in the day.

…when your life suddenly changes direction and you’re in the first few weeks of your new job, the little things you take for granted like free time and mentally awake time — suddenly seem to evaporate.

Just in case anyone was wondering where I’ve disappeared off to.

And another teeny rant, that on any other day, I’d have more time to expand on — I really hate the new iTunes store. But I can’t really hate my “purchases” because I’ve been “purchasing” using an awful lot of gift cards. I really really hate the new iTunes store (please keep in mind that the last time I purchased anything was back in August 07 — so think of the 7 month window that I hadn’t “purchased” anything).