Regular Hours

Nice bloody morning. This whole "regular hours" thing is going to be an adjustment. I feel like I have jet-lag. I forgot to turn on my alarm for the second time this week. The first time was my first day. By sheer fluke I managed to wake up on time that day, but no such luck today. I rolled over and saw to my horror that it was 7:45. As it turns out my boss rolled in an hour and half late and one of my co-workers isn't even here yet thanks to the escalation of the transit strike.

Ich bin ein Zellefallhammer.

(I am a cubicle monkey.)

OK, so I made an entry at work and forgot to bring the disk home. We had a meeting at the end of the day and it ran over so I bailed out as quickly as possible, especially since the transit strike escalation made a mess of downtown traffic. I had to drive this morning. I had planned to walk but forgot to set my alarm last night so drove at the last minute.

When I left work downtown traffic was near gridlock - for the 3 blocks I participated in it. Let's hear it for knowing the city I live in. I wonder what people around me thought when I bailed into the Pacific Centre parking lot despite the neon "full" sign? See, what most people don't know is that by using the loading area one can drive underneath the very worst of downtown traffic and come out 3 blocks from the Granville Bridge. Ten minutes to get to the parking lot, and then woosh five minutes home - while everyone else sat there and honked at each other.

So the job is getting better. The second two days went much better than the first two days. I've actually had a few things to contribute and I am starting to settle in. Once I wean my existing clients from bugging me and finish off the outstanding work I have so that the end of my day is the end of my day, then I think I could start to enjoy this. I know I'll enjoy it when the first cheque shows up.

Ugh

Must sleep. There is work to get out of the way tomorrow so I can get on with the business of enjoying the pathetic scraps of the day that are left to me after my time in cubicle purgatory. Did I mention that I got my little magnetic sign with my name on to stick outside my cubicle today? When my co-worker handed it to me I said, "I'm a somebody now!" and she didn't get it.

I must remind myself:

1. I am making good money
   
2. It's better than working for a lying twit
   
3. It's better than being a cinema doorman
   
4. It's better than selling jewelry on the street
   
5. It's better than phoning Innuit about their phone service
   
6. It's better than begging
   
7. It's better than being a busboy
   
8. It's better than being a soldier
   
9. It's better than unloading fish boats
   
10. It's better than night shift at a convenience store
    
11. It's better than running a pedal-cab
    
12. It's better than selling crappy electronics
    
13. It's better than having to steal bread
    

One of these days I will write my unabridged résumé.