So, I recently started a new job... I'm one week in and I hae to say that I was shocked on the first day of training. You see, there we are going through pages and pages of corporate policy and procedure when all of a sudden I turn a page and in big bold letters is a section titled BLOGGING POLICY. YIKES! Can you believe that they actually have a blogging policy?! Well they do, so, I won't tell you who it is that I work for because well, I need the job dammit. If you happen to know me, and you happen to know who I work for, please do NOT place any comments on my page that reference the said employer. I will further refer only to the employer by calling them Giant Corp, or GC for short, in this and all future posts.
This week has been trying as I have had to examine my own personality and avoid things like cussing and being openly mean. I've also been trying to control my facial expressions as I sit at the back of the training room listening to hours and hours of instruction, some interesting, some not. There is one particular person that seems to make a comment about EVERYTHING. You know the type, the "one-upper" who has to always trump a story, example or question from other people in the training class. His commentary is generally a waste of time, having only 1 out of every 5 comments or questions referencing anything useful. I haven't been openly mean... YET! But I can guarantee you that as soon as I lose all cognitive control, this guy is getting a huge fucking piece of my mind and maybe my fist! I might just have to hit a bitch!!
In addition to the one-upper, we have THAT GUY. In fact, he was refered to as THAT GUY today... you know the type: the guy that brags about everything including, according to him, the $900 watch that he was wearing today. REALLY? You are sitting in a fucking office and you feel the need to tell us tha tyou have a $900 watch on?! WHY?! Overcompensating much? I think so buddy, I think so. Poor little guy... pun intended! I forsee me putting him in his place sometime in the near future and it will be EPIC!
The beginning of this work week caused me some personal confusion. As I walked into the training room full of individuals that I have never seen before, with the exception of my interviewer, I caught myself immediately looking for wedding rings on all of the men. I hadn't even looked at their faces yet! Shocked at my own behavior, I took my seat and decided that I would simply focus on the task at hand...
4 hours in and it's time for lunch. I take my place at a table next to two gentleman who are younger than my baby brother! UGH! They are fresh out of college... I mean, you can still smell the sorority whores and cheap beer on them! They are nice guys, naive, uber excited for this employment opportunity. Another veteran decides to sit at our same table and is filling us in on all of the perks of working for Giant Corp. He casually looked at my left hand and said, "Oh, you're single? There's lots of single people who work here so it tends to be a good place to date out of as well." Since when do corporate slogans include things like "Work here. Breed here." SERIOUSLY? And why did he assume that just because my 29 year old finger wasn't covered in platinum and diamonds that I was SINGLE?! And why is it considered a dirty word?! UGH!
Only a few posts ago, it was raining men.... so, it's raining outside but in my bedroom it's a total dry spell. Granted maybe it has something to do with throwing D. to the curb (see a previous post if you don't know what I'm referring to). Perhaps it has to do with the fact that I haven't been out socially since New Year's Eve... at least not in the city anyway. Am I raising my standards or just hibernating for the winter!?? I haven't even been on a date with BOB lately and that was once a daily ritual. Maybe it's just because I've been working so much... tired, worn down, and cold.
I have a wedding to go to tomorrow which will officially leave me the last single person in my family that is of legal marrying age. The next youngest is 10. I'm sure that I'll be scoping for rings at the reception and everywhere else I go, as it's become kind of an involuntary reflex. I'm really contemplating this online dating thing...
Can't a girl just get a little penetration?
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