The New Girl

February 25, 2014 at 7:13 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Well, I started my new job today (not yesterday as originally thought).  I think it went well and everyone I met seemed pretty nice so that’s all good!  I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to catch on although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intimidated.  I guess that’s what new jobs are all about, right?

One big perk is that on top of the free water and coffee the office has, they also have vending machines full of free juice and soda.  Now, considering how my last job slowly took away such privileges as complimentary tea and coffee in the time leading up to the firm’s demise, these beverages are all a pretty big deal for me.  By the time the last firm finally closed, they had even removed our water coolers.  Not surprisingly, we were all pretty much aware that we were circling the drain at that point. Get it?  Drain.

Score!

Since this was my first full day of actual work in just over two months, my head feels like it’s going to drop off from my body and roll far, far away.  It’s been so stuffed with knowledge of new programs, names of dozens of people, rules and regulations and general space layouts that I think it might just burst.  This new company is housed on 12 different floors and each floor is its own particular maze of offices, cubicles, break rooms and kitchens.  I managed to get myself lost once and since I had yet to receive my handy key card pass that allows me to move around the floors, I had to play the part of a little kid and ask a grown up to help me find my way to my office.  Ah yes, it’s always good to be humbled.

Speaking of being humbled, I realized I need to up my game when it comes to my wardrobe.  Gone are the days of me hiding in an office and not interacting with anyone – I need to be a little more professional.  I took a pair of old dress shoes to the local shoe repair shop yesterday and the guy there laughed at me before telling me that I needed to go ahead and just throw them away because they were beyond saving.  Then when I had my photo taken for my badge today, I realized that the sweater I was wearing was the exact same one I had on when I had my first day of work badge made at my last job – over 3.5 years ago.  Whoops.  Definitely time for an upgrade.  Luckily I’m getting paid so I can afford some new duds!

All in all, not a bad first day.  The girl I’m replacing will actually be leaving for good tomorrow afternoon and then I’ll be totally on my own so I’m still more than a little nervous.  Good thing I can keep my eye on the prize – paychecks, new clothes and free Pepsi!

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Making Sense of Cents

September 17, 2012 at 11:32 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no mathematical genius.  So perhaps what I’m about to tell you does make actual fiscal sense but I’ll be honest – it’s about as confusing to me as Finite was in college.

There’s a new woman who works in my office and for the last few days, she’s been begging people to let her buy them Starbucks pastries or beverages because apparently she has some rewards card and she needs a certain amount of points in order to remain a member.  She accrues points by making separate purchases so she’s trying to buy as much as she can as quickly as she can so she doesn’t lose whatever other benefits she has by being this fancy card holder.  Now, I’m not much of a Starbucks drinker (because their coffee is too strong but mostly too expensive) and I won’t even pretend to be privy to the special, super secret knowledge that cardholders seem to possess.  Also, I’m too lazy to look much into it.   But it seems to me that making multiple purchases of expensive products that you wouldn’t otherwise make doesn’t exactly financially outweigh whatever benefits you could be getting from some plastic, semi-exclusive card.  I’m not sure exactly how much this woman has spent out of her own pocket but I know that she’s bought things for myself and at least four other coworkers two mornings in a row.  I even offered to give her some cash for my blueberry muffin but she said that since I was helping her, she was happy to buy it.

Um, is it really worth it?

Am I missing something?  This woman is our accountant for crying out loud, so surely she’s got it figured out.  Either way, I guess I’ll let her buy me more pastries if she wants and keep my mouth shut about my real thoughts on the matter.  Good thing I have this blog to confess my doubts on!

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