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
(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
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.)
3 comments:
Mmmm, pickled cookie...Where was it from?
As far as email, get over Yahoo! or whatever you use and make the move to Gmail. I may be guilty of being a Google fan, but I just can't see what any other web-based email service has to offer over Gmail.
It would be nice if Yahoo! supported features such as mail forwarding (for free) so that you could just redirect all of the email to Gmail, but unfortunately you have to pay for that luxury (Gmail doesn't make you do that).
Still, you can import your contacts from your other email service into Gmail.
Now, whether you want to risk using Gmail at work for fear of getting it blocked...that's another question. I dunno. Might as well try, I guess.
2 comments:
1. The first thing to always always do with a boxed lunch is to carefully remove the desert and place it on a napkin where it is free from pickles, condiments, and other discarded items from your lunch. This way, you achieve two things: you save your desert from potential disaster like pickle juice and you also get to look at your desert throughout your whole meal and think about it instead of whatever work you're supposed to be focusing on.
2. Use gmail. We all need to be able to get a hold of you for important emails throughout the day. What happens if you find an awesome article about butt tanning cream and I have to wait until evening to read about it?! I will go mad! Yes, I am putting you in charge of my sanity while I'm at work.
-Blay
Brock - which is better isn't the point. They are determined to keep me from communicating with the outside world. Who cares which mail service is better?? I've never argued about that, my reason for not fully switching is pure laziness. But I still say flickr is better than picasa.
Blay - You know, for a second when I was writing about that cookie I felt that I was being just a little bit trivial... but clearly I was wrong! Thank you for your support and advice.
And yes, surely if they knew about the butt cream they wouldn't have this policy. I've endured for 2 weeks, but already looking towards tomorrow, I feel that it's grown old.
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