The New Job
The New Cubicle(that's not really mine)
The New Computer(with unadjusted blinding brightness)
The New Blue Mug(with the company logo)
The New Phone(with a four digit number and a blinking messege that was never meant for me)
The New Cup of Tea( # 5 today)

The Same Old CD-player.(MINE MINE MINE)

I have a job now. Its at a publishing company where my mother works. I'm freelancing really, but I come every day for 8 hours. I feel kinda greedy about every cent I can possibly make here. At 11 bucks an hour its no surprise.

Job description: learn how to edit, proof, update, and format manuals for BANKS and other such "dry" INSTITUTIONS. These books were written by somebody, which is scary. They will also be read from cover to cover by somebody, which is scarier.

I always catch myself reading parts of them when I work. I guess it's like a chance to read something never meant for you to understand or care about. Like a glimpse into the inner cogs and wheels that make Corporate America work. Or something.

My last project was proofing a Banker's Manual for Human Resourses. Among other things, I had to find every single word BANK and cross it out, and put a colored sticky note on top of the page, because, see, according to the new update we had to replace every BANK with FINANCIAL INSTITUTION. I got a strange satisfaction crossing out the words. Maybe its the sticky notes that came in a rainbow of colors? Or maybe its that basic pleasure we get from correcting somebody else's mistakes? One thing doesn't quite add up, if the book is meant for BANKS then why can't we say BANK in it?

So far, only Human Relations manuals came close to being somewhat exciting. Also what to do in case of natural disasters and how to deal with murders in the office.

I like Fridays. And not because it's the last day of the work week. But because they bring four huge bags full of every kind of bagels possible. And I like bagels.