That Makes Me the New One

Yesterday was my first full day working downstairs in the HR Department. The girls I work with are fun, they know all the good gossip, and they have an entire drawer full of cookies and candy. There are five of them down here: The Preppy One, the Tiffany & Co. One, the Loud One, the Quiet One, and The Boss. They wear good jewelry; carry pretty purses; compliment cute shoes; and write notes on colorful, flower-shaped post-its. I’m in love.

But the best part of working in the HR alcove has to be the private bathroom. Private bathroom! No more playing the quiet waiting game if someone else comes into the restroom when you’re doing your business! It’s incredible.

So far I’ve just been doing a lot of filing. As some of you may recall, I hate filing. I went months on end without filing a single document for ARM, and I’ve probably done even less filing for the Easys et al. in these past eleven months. Printing labels, fighting with those plastic sleevey things, getting terrible paper cuts from manila file folders…I hate it all. I do, however, enjoy alphabetizing things, and I get to read everyone’s salaries and other Top Secret Information so it’s not all bad. And shredding all the unwanted Top Secret Documents is pretty fun as well. I look at the offering agreements and see the pile of zeros at the end of some of the salaries and think, wow, I will NEVER see that amount of money in my life. Perhaps I need to tweak my Life Plan to be a little less College Creative Writing Teacher and a little more Trophy Wife.

Tonight, despite the fact that it’s raining cats and dogs outside, QZ and I are going to a barbecue with his cycling buddies. The discussion topics will surely not veer far from bike world (who bought what new gruppo, how so-and-so pro did in the latest tour de whatever, the team strategy for Sunday’s Bear Mountain Race…) and while I’m picking up enough of the lingo to translate, I don’t have much to add to the conversation. So I baked a marble pound cake with chocolate icing, and if that doesn’t say “This chick’s a keeper even if she doesn’t know her own bike’s gearing” I don’t know what will.