Twists of Fate

OK, so the new job is totally kicking my ass (or arse, for all you international folks…who are likely not reading this anyway). In a good way, if you can count having the equivalent of two tons of rocks strapped to your feet and then thrown into the deep end of Crater Lake good. It’s challenging, it’s nearly a vertical learning curve, and there are so many new things being stuffed into my head that I go home each day and crawl in bed before 8pm (this would be more impressively pathetic if I wasn’t getting up at the ass crack of dawn, aka 5:30am now, instead of my usual 11:30am that I grew accustomed to in my four months of unemployment).

And I’m loving it! It’s just about everything I could want in a job. I’m meeting a ton of new people, being introduced to a hella lot of new concepts, and being handed stuff and told to run with it. Now, keep in mind, most employees of this particular company apparently don’t feel like they’re up to speed until they’ve been here a year. That’s…kinda terrifying, so I’m going to put that right out of my head. It does, however, provide some measure of comfort, because feeling like I’m f-ing up all over the place here in my third day means I’m probably doing OK.

The “go home and collapse into a tiny puddle of data bits” cycle means not a lot of knitting has gotten done. I’m in the middle of a stretch of about 35 ever-increasing yet pretty plain rows, so I have managed three or four a night while trying not to fall asleep on the couch in the middle of a SG-1 third season episode. I just about cried on Monday night when the very last ep of MacGyver I have on DVD was over. Thankfully, they’re releasing Season Seven here on the 24th, and I have the two MacMovies to watch as well. But oh, what shall I do when I’m out of RDA related media?!

Stargate: Atlantis and Farscape, here I come. *G*

I got off topic here, which happens when someone mentions sci-fi stuff to me. Oh! While I love all sorts of things about my new job? The very bestest thing, without compare, is the coffeebot. What’s a coffeebot you may ask? It’s a machine that may be a Starbucks product (hereafter referred to as Charbucks, with their penchant for overroasting, but hey, it’s coffee, which means it’s all good!), and it sits in the kitchenette here in the building I spend a goodly portion of my time in. You grab one of the recycleable polystyrene cups and place it in the tray. Then you select the size & roast (pretty much house blend, decaf house blend or a mix of the two), and hit “Brew”. And it grinds the beans and brews up your cup of coffee right there.

This is just about the best thing ever. EVER! Freshly ground cups of coffee on demand with a press of three buttons. No filters to screw around with! No measuring water, or wondering how long it’s been since someone brewed up the pot! Hot, fresh, fairly OK quaility at the tips of your fingers!

I think I’m in love.