Numero Uno

With the rise of the new moon, my case worker was finally able to complete her job and I commenced my first week at Fortune.  My manager, Rooster, was late in collecting me Monday morning, so the receptionist took pity on me and guided me to where she thought I was supposed to be, the first meeting of the month for my division (which I later learned was NOT where I was supposed to be).

The room was massive and buzzed with the activity of close to 100 workers.  There was a tiny projection of numbers displayed on a wall with the closest vacant seat a good 25 feet away from the wall. As I moved through the sea of unfamiliar faces, searching for Rooster I took a seat in the back. Not only could I not see anything, but I could barely hear anything either. As I tilted my head towards the speaker I realized that I actually could hear (barely), but that I couldn't understand him! Fortune's language sounds like English and looks like English, but it seems to be a superior form of the language. I found it astounding how they communicated complex thoughts and ideas through a plethora of 3-5 letter word combinations. In time, I hope I too can learn this English 4.0

Once Rooster found me, he guided me, through a corridor of security doors, to my training room where I spent the next 5 days.  I've met some really nice people, one of which I'll introduce as Cleopatra. We are on the same team and hit it off right away. We both commute from the city so we chat to and from work on the bus. So the commute......

As a slave to public transport, I spent the first week trying out the different combinations of travel to get to work.  The first day, I totally nailed it and was right on time, whereas Rooster was 45 minutes late.  Second day, I decide not to fix what isn't broke, and ended up being 45 minutes late as traffic delayed not one, but THREE buses.  Just a quick sidetrack, as I was at waiting for the bus, the high school kiddos were waiting for their own buses to get to school, and I was really disturbed to see over 50% of them SMOKING!!!  I swear my future kids will never be out of my site! Anyhow, after discussing with veteran public transporters I believe I have found the correct combination: 2 buses and a 10 min walk to the office, and then a bus, a train, and another bus home.  Although this seems like this would be a nightmare, it only takes between an hour and 1 and 1/4 hours from home to sitting at my desk. Back to training.....

On our last day, a group of us went out to a local pub where I met Office Hottie 1, whom I'll call Clark Kent. We'll see what happens when Louis Lane starts work!