Updates: Tis the Season to?
There seems to be something in the air, I mean other than
Santa Claus and lerv (courtesy of Celine Dion).
Over ½ a dozen of my friends have decided to entrust their lives to a 2
foot by 4” long nylon strap as they are suspended 60,000 feet in the air
hurdling at over 1300 mph to start a new life.
Although I am “losing” some friends I have been adding new ones thus
keeping my friendship balance in check.
(I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that Judgement and I have parted
ways…I guess she gave up on me. I’M DOOMED to be a better person FOREVER!!!!)
In addition to people physically moving to other countries,
tis also the season of emotional moving: Break-Up Season. In the realm of “good” break-ups, this is
prime time…Just enough time before Christmas, NYE and Valentine’s Day to not
look like a total douche plus with the added bonus of not needing to buy
presents! So what does this mean for me?
In 3-6 months’ time, I
will be prime meat. I’ll be in that sweet spot between Rebound Girl and Ms
Right Now.
On a side note, I did meet someone very, very interesting
(but also very stupid) from another Fortune 500 Company, which happens to be
one of our biggest, if not our biggest, competitor. We met on a dark grey night in the middle of
the day. I was dressed to the gills with
my 2 year-old scuffed work boots, hair
stapled back into a messy pony tail, 12-hour old make-up, baggy pants and a
non-descript work shirt (yes, Judgement would have been proud!) I’m not sure how I caught Fish, but there he
was; cute, tall, rich, funny, intelligent and totally into me. So, now the stupid....After buying me incredibly
expensive drinks, flirting ostentatiously with me, and being completely dazzled
by my whit, charm and sexy exotic accent, his friends decided that NOW was the
perfect time to take the plunge. They
whoop and holler as they rip off ALL their clothes to expose their budgie
smugglers, which Fish had so kindly already shown me, as they jump into the
pool. After 5 minutes of watching Fish
and Co. swim around, my friends and I leave the poolside to catch up with the
rest of our party. So, I leave Fish in
the pool, never to be seen again…Why couldn’t he have asked for my number BEFORE
jumping in?? Who knows, stupid.
So, now enter the season of drear: I have just started my 5th
month at Fortune and things are right on track.
As with the most popularly used four-letter words, work is right up
there.
I have been thrown head first into the deep-end of a
labyrinth of processes and procedures twice, (soon to be thrice…) now. However, instead of an anvil forging its way
back to its origins tied to my waist, I have Larry, Curly, and Moe helping out. All joking aside, support at Fortune has been
outstanding. I’ve had approximately 10 hours of training a week for the past 3
months, but despite this rigour I still have SOO much to learn and feel like I’m
playing “job” rather than actually doing my job. Learning more about my role and what is
expected of me, I’m still not convinced that being a slave to Outlook and being
at the beck and call of Emperor Hirohito, Stalin, Attila The Hun and Adolf is
my dream job (I knew I should have picked basket weaving as my elective!).
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