Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The New Job

As I mentioned before, I recently started a new job. I’ve been at the new job for almost a month and I have a few observations: 

The quickest way for a corporation to gain employee support/loyalty is to tell them they can wear jeans every day. Americans go nuts for wearing jeans to work. 
Side note: Jeans are NOT comfortable. If you want to wear jeans, fine. Don’t tell me it’s for comfort reasons. Men’s dress pants/khakis are much more comfortable than jeans. 

The one thing I miss most about my old job is the cafeteria. I was spoiled by how great that cafeteria was. The cafeteria at my new job is like a poorly wiped butt in comparison.

When I run into people I worked with during my previous stint at this company, they are usually all, “What are you doing here?” My response is typically, “I snuck past security just to surprise you! Surprise! Okay, see you in eight more years.”

For those of you who don’t know, I returned to work at a place I once worked at before I worked at the place where I previously worked. 

Slovenia is nice. You should go there sometime. I felt like I knew the people there. I didn’t know any people there before I went but now I know some people there. I still feel like I know the people there. Probably because I know people there but also because all people are familiar.

I drive more with this job but I walk more, too. To be clear, I drive to work and walk at work. Walking to work would make me late every day. So late that I would miss the entire day of work. Driving at work would be quite dangerous and destructive. Plus, my car would not fit in my cube. Anyway, the drive is long and the corporate campus is large. 

I get to see my wife every day at my new job. We make eyes at each other — but only in the most professional way.

My favorite thing about my new job is that my office is often my home. On these days, I drive hardly at all and walk much less. The cafeteria always serves exactly what I want and nobody wonders what I am doing there. There is no dress code and there are no familiar Slovenians, but eventually my wife shows up and we make less professional eyes at each other. 


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