January 24th, 2001

Brown-eyed Stare

Hello Again

Okay.... once again, I plead alignment with the flakes... whups... wrong thing....

Lame, lame, lame. That's all I have to say for the girl who can't seem to find the time to write about any of her days, yet values so highly the eloquent contributions her loved ones make to their online word bins.

*Sigh* Yes, I am lame. But once again, I shall try.

Lessee.... I've left the Stinking Hole (aka: The Titanic) for *much* better environs; it's only a matter of time before *that* behemoth finally slips quietly beneath the waves (and none too soon, may I add). I made a more dramatic exit than I intended, but it doesn't matter now. And it's silly really; there are lots of good people there, but way too many generals and not enough soldiers. And EVERYONE had their own Plan (tm) -- surely the Brass will see the problem in this...eventually. And I really liked quite a few people there, but the personality politics were annoying, and did everything to hamper the tasks at hand. I am *much* happier in a more professional environment.

As for here...the aesthetics of the place suit me well. I look up, on my left, and see 3 silver wall planters with...live plants. Yes, live. I know, I know...whatever will my lungs *do* with real oxygen?? Anyway, the walls are a light moss cream, with cadet blue closet doors and upholstery in the waiting area; upstairs are the executive offices, in dark paneling that, with the high ceilings here, makes the place feel like it has real depth.
The windowed wall in front of me does wonders for my psyche, even if it is a little bright with all the snow; it lets me see what sort of a day it is outside and occasionally I catch a glimpse of blue sky. The desk is wood laminate, sort of a Danish modern U-shape, and I keep it nearly bare to show off its elegance. I answer the phone through the computer, and although we are running Windows NT, I'd swear I have a 20" monitor (diagonal). The thing is huge, and bigger than any TV I've owned.

*sigh* I feel so pampered.

The people here seem very professional, and the décor obviously speaks of a high level of professionalism (elegant and functional, not showy but understated), which I have found myself craving for quite a long time now. I think I'm going to really like it here. But, I will have to get used to the trains that go by every so often, though. It's a bit disconcerting when the leaves on the plants shake from the train rumble. Oh well; it's all good, as they say.

Communication with everyone in The Outside World (outside of my weekly personal contact) has been cut way short; in my little daanceof joy with my new cell phone, I forgot to pay the regular line bill, and now must reinstate myself there. Fret not, dear readers, for I shall be up and running soon. In the meantime, I am enjoying the silence.

I am rereading the Deed of Paksennarion, for good measure. I find that I have a lot of time to read on this new job, and I enjoy it. I'll talk more about it later. Now, I need to rearrange some things, and get back to that chapter. Toodles.