my forgotten bads

After I wrote the last post, I remembered a couple of the (SO VERY IMPORTANT) bad things that were going to go in my list (that I thought about when I was supposed to be learning how to do my job, remember?)

1. I had one day of work before I was shipped off to headquarters to learn stuff, and on this day, I realized that there will be no more lunches out with friends during the day. In fact, there will be no leaving the building at all. Lunch was brought in, and I realized it was expected that we would eat while working. But this wasn't what was as bad as what was to follow: My boxed lunch came with a big chocolate chip cookie, which I happened to know was going to be very good (because maybe I have sampled the chocolate chip cookie from that place before), and I saw that cookie, and I saw that it was good, and I rejoiced. And then I did something crazy - I saved it for later! And I went on working, thinking about how soon I would eat that cookie. And when finally I was ready to ruin my health further reward myself with deliciousness, I discovered that there was a PICKLE sitting on top of that cookie! A hiding pickle! And the cookie was all wet and pickley! And I had to throw it away. And that was a tragedy.
(And yes that did happen over a week ago. And I'm writing about it now - as if it were really important then. What can I say, I like cookies.)

2. Also on my first day, I needed to get all this information they had emailed me, because as I may have complained about mentioned earlier, they kept bothering me before I was actually working for them. So I go into the mail account that they felt free to send work to, and do you know what I found??? Big red letters saying "PROHIBITED!" People, I am working for a company that has completely blocked out email sites!! And the cookie was suddenly no longer the tragedy of my day. This may surprise you, but sometimes, while I was at work, I liked to write emails to my friends. And even to read emails I received. In fact, it may have crossed my mine once or twice, that I didn't understand how people could have gone to work day in and day out for years on end before there was the internet. Perhaps I had thought before that if I had to do this, I would end up one day taking a bat to my computer, and then running out the door screaming, becoming a feral woman in the near-by office place shrubbery.
So, yeah, I am not happy about this. At all.
Here's the temptation: The loud "prohibited" screen I got to said that personal mail sites like yahoo mail and hotmail are prohibited by company policy, but I checked gmail, and it worked. I have a gmail account that I don't use... do I start? Or do I play it safe and never see the sunshine or have contact with the outside world? Advice? I am a spoiled, spoiled, former lab worker. It's amazing I've made it this long without attempting any email.

I do think I'm going to restrict myself from writing about my new coworkers, just to be safe. Which is why I'm not going to talk about the man that talks all day long on his speaker phone in his super loud voice, and the woman in one of our other locations that he always calls. And the horrible conversations they have that I have to hear every word of. Or the horrible nicknames they use. See how well I'm doing? Much self control I have. (Which is what got me into trouble with the cookie.)