I started my new job. I've put in three 10 hour days and foresee lotsa mounds of paperwork in my future. I'm still undecided as to whether or not the job will be rewarding, but at this point I do feel as though I made the right decision. I think the experience will help immensely in future job pursuits. And there are perks, like, I have my very own desk. I never had my very own desk before! I've spent the last three days agonizing over how I should go about decorating my personal space. Currently I'm going minimalist but I think I'm going to commission a couple of artists I know to make me some pieces. They work cheap, a couple of cookies as incentive and these artists will put paint to paper like Picassos in the making.
And, I work with some really nice girls. Really nice. Super duper nice.
Too nice.
Like, gag me nice.
Like, you can't possibly be this nice for real nice. I can't handle chicks like this with their singsong voices and their super sweetness. I'm not one of those chicks. I'm nice, and I'm friendly, and I'm outgoing. But I don't raise my voice several octaves while carrying on a conversation. And, I'm not excited every time someone comes in the room (HI!!! HOW ARE YOU?! I know we just saw each other yesterday, but HI, HOW are you??!!!!) And I'm sorry, I realize that the folks we work with are mentally ill, but they're not children. If you spoke to me that way, with your singy songy tone I would slap you. I have a feeling I'm going to be the outcast in super fakey catty nicey girl land. But that's ok. I can handle it.
Perhaps I'm being to harsh. Perhaps these girls are sincerely very nice people. I don't intend to be mean or rude, and I intend to keep an open mind, but I sure as hell have no intention of acting like every person that walks into the office is my long lost best friend. I intend to continue speaking at the same decibel and for the love of all that is holy, please do not invite me to a purse party.
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Congrats on the new job. Ahh...office intrigues. Ain't they something?? All I can say is, beware the 'too nice girl'. In my experience, that girl has claws...and she isn't afraid to use them. ;-)
I'm all for nice, but I know what you mean about too nice. I bet they smile when they talk too...right? That freaks me out. I hope things will be smooth as silk for you!
Oh my gosh, this cracked me up! I know exactly what you're talking about, and I absolutely cannot fake it with people like that.
By the way, after once again perusing your artwork on your sidebar, I think you should paint me one as a wedding present. Yeah I know, it's you who's getting married, but still. ;) And like I should talk - still waiting for that paper, huh? I suck. :)
So how are the wedding plans coming? Are you doing on it on this coast?
Ryane-Thanks. I've never really worked in an office setting especially with so many women. I've already been the recipient of some passive aggresive nastyness. It's new to me.
Shoparound-YES! They do the smile talking! It's like Stepford!
Steph-I'm up for the exchange! I'll keep you in mind when creating, maybe I'll send you a watercolor, they take the least amount of time and time is certainly at a premium. The wedding will be in July, and yes, it will be on your coast. I'll email you with dates and maybe we can get together!
I work with someone like this. She sits on the other end of the room and I can hear her all day. It always amazes me that some people just don't have the ability to see themselves the way others see them. Not that it would matter.
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