Girl in the bubble
OK, so greetings from my new life in a cube farm. Incidentally, my cube is bigger than my last office, so I ain’t complaining.
I’m putting in a long day, mostly because I spent it disoriented getting oriented (I get to slap the first person who says “orientated”) and trying to get used to carrying a key card to go to the bathroom. (I remembered the key card but kept forgetting the Tampax — I can’t do two things at once, peeps!)
Not much is different from my last adventure and, yet, everything is different. I still see my buddies on my instant messenger client and I’ve typed with many of them today, but it’s weird not actually seeing them or even hearing them laugh when we type something particularly silly.
I find that my cube farm tract empties out fairly early, which is cool. I can kind of hang here and concentrate on what it is I will be needing to concentrate on.
The bad news is that I am very used to working with people who, like me, are apt to blurt out the first thing that comes to their minds, the second it occurs to them. And language was never really a problem because we all could have filled up our cuss banks in the space of a half-hour. Now, I sort of grumble to myself and my new neighbors are all, “Are you OK over there, Goddess?” Only they don’t call me Goddess. They don’t know/see me as that yet. They may never. But my old neighbors did. *sniffle*
It’s all good. It all feels so strange, this new environment. But not in a bad way. I’m a fan of beginnings. It means something was left behind that needed to be, and that I’m walking toward something else I’m supposed to experience.
Change is good. I could stand to see a little more of it, but right now I’ll take what I can get!