No Longer Working For The Weekend
Greetings from my couch! On a Thursday! At 1:34 PM! Goren and Eames send their regards. Benson and Stabler, too.
Monday started my new work situation. Technically, it started Tuesday, because Monday was my new boss’s birthday, and when you are your own boss, you don’t work on your birthday. Tuesday and Wednesday, I spent a good portion of the day with my new boss, working with her on learning all the new skills that come along with a new job.
What will I be doing? I’m doing recruiting research. This involves two main things: looking for candidates for jobs my boss is working on and looking for companies to be potential clients. I view this as a giant internet scavenger hunt, albeit one populated by business jargon and acronyms and glittering generalities one might only find on an episode of The Apprentice. Did I mention that my boss is awesome and we punctuated my first day working with her by going to the Royale for lunch? I know, it’s a sweet gig. So far, so good.
However, I fucking hate change. I hate not being settled into a routine. It increases my anxiety because I’m not sure what I should be doing at a given time. Is this not a reflection of the realities of the American workplace? Panic because I need someone else telling me what to do? I’m sure I will adjust to THAT in about six seconds flat. As it stands, I probably won’t be settled into a routine for a while, at least until I get over the hump of the learning curve for this job. Then, I’ll be able to figure out how much time I have per day for dissertation work, household chores, “business” lunches with my other friends who work from home or work weird hours, new blogging projects, and judge shows on daytime TV.
Let me tell you what else has been keeping me from settling in: this untenable weather. I haven’t seen the sun in days, and the incessant rain is keeping me from mopping my kitchen, a long overdue chore. Why would I waste time cleaning something when my neurotic dog is just going to drag in more mud and probably poop (what’s out there that he didn’t already eat), testing my patience as he exercises his new-found freedom to go outside during the day. Who can blame him? In any event, the rain, mud, and clouds is getting old. What happened to fall? Why did we not have a fall? And how will this impact Tour de Moose? I’ve been looking forward to an all-day bike ride/pub crawl around the city. Um, not when the forecast looks like this.
But honestly, even the weather can’t keep me down. Despite the uncertaintly, I feel very free. I can walk Asher every morning. I can do yoga without feeling like I should be doing something else (pervasive guilt tends to ruin the benefits of yoga). I can cook my own lunch from real food every day. I’ll stop rubbing it in now, but I’m just so excited to be in control of my day.
If you didn’t see it already, check out this week’s Novice Foodie. This week’s I went to Jay’s International Foods, which is always a fun time. I mean, cock jokes, right?
(On October 15th, 2009 at 2:35 pm)
I wish I got to work from home.
I’m loving our weather. This is old school St. Louis Fall..from like the middle 90′s and stuff….if the rain would shut it…it’d be very nice.