Back! with a job!

You have no idea how glad I am to have the internet back and to be able to surf it slowly without my [two!] bosses looking over my shoulder especially since they sit behind me. I would hunt for porn- if, you know, I was a porn fiend. Good thing I'm not a porn fiend.

Anyway, so I've started a new job and it's not particularly hard and it doesn't pay particularly well [well ok, it pays aeroplane-crash badly] but I guess, you know, I get to draw little pictures of tv's all day long.. and I shouldn't complain [too much] about doing something I really like doing.. even if I still hate photoshop and web 2.0 and creating buttons.

And the environment is really really different.. it's so.... asian. We share taro and preserved celery for lunch- and then after work I go put my face in a bag of junk food to wash it off. I haven't seen anyone even remotely white for three days and when I saw one today in the office [magazine salesman] it was like someone had lifted a curtain. I had to fight the urge to point at him and giggle "a hee-hee- hee! a white man! like in a picture book! a hee-hee-hee!"

But of course, I put my game face on and said very politely "How do you do?"

I know that Sumo and Dylmah would have run screaming for the doorway by now [they are the asians who don't like asians. Bizarre I know.] but I don't mind it that much. Of course I wished that they spoke more english and that we could communicate more on politics or gossip girl or anything really but then I have the casino environment where I have to hear people discuss anal and all kids of deviant behaviour all day long- so maybe talking about what I'm having for lunch is kind of a break in itself.

I'm justifying. Blah.

Anyway I don't mind it. Oh. I do mind that the question mark key is stuck on my work keyboard. Thats bugs me. It makes it look I'm stating things all day long.

I was reading the contract yesterday and there was a clause called 'Death'
[paraphrasing] when the employee dies, all employment between the company and the employee ceases.

I guess they had a lot of post-death/zombie issues to put in a clause like that, or maybe they just want to work us to DEATH! DEATH!

I signed the contract. I'll probably ask my boss about it one day when I'm feeling goofy- still on probation though so I may wait a few months.

[As you may have probably noticed- I am completely doofus and totally rambling. I think I'm just happy to be out of the straitjacket we call office attire. Jeans here we come!]