Note: I apologize for the lack of coherence in this blog entry. I was thinking of what to write when leaving the office Friday afternoon, and it was utterly brilliant.* Then the weekend happened and this is all I can remember.
I love my new job! During the first day, I got settled in by customizing my computer and making sure I had my tools of mass construction in place, then got a tour and orientation for some of the systems here, ending with (whee!) posting a wiki article. The second day involved some site updates, and it was unbelievably satisfying to have my stuff go live. I feel so nimble and lightweight with the processes here. Also, there are opportunities to take my learnings from planning a file management system for Critical Mass and apply them. Continuity is also satisfying.
Top left: Sign outside our building.
Top right: My chair (LOVE the zebra stripes. The alternative is the same type of chair that Allard sat in, which was often fought over in the CM office.
Centre: My desktop. It looks way more professional than my old desk decorations. Returning cast members include my white coffee mug that only went missing twice in the CM office, as well as the snakeskin notebook from my friend Kim.
Bottom left: My view. There’s a kitchen past where those black chairs are where my tea collection has gone communal. If you can make out the faint outline of a toilet, you’ve identified the washroom where there is also a shower.
Bottom right: Grandpa Smith’s Boots. So I went downstairs for some general office administration stuff, then encountered a group of the downstairs team all doing a still life sketching. After being asked three times to join (it’s my weakness, I can’t say no after three times), I sat down with the group and drew. I can’t remember the last time I did this. It was so relaxing, grounding, and a great way to get to know the team better.
Okay, now back to weekending.
*I can claim that it was brilliance because as it is forgotten there is no proof against it. Mwahaha.
It's tough to think of a blurb for myself when I'm also on
Wow, the new office looks really amazing. Congrats on the new job. Updates live on the internet same day? Unheard of!
I know! And I’m not even working on the live server!
Hi Rosemary - all the best on the new job!
Hey Rosemary.
I feel like a proud father.
Like the next generation is leaving the nest erm.. hive?
We should do a post CM lunch with Jaemo or something.
Big big congrats! enjoy the mac. and get textmate.
Thanks Lyn and Aaron. Oh, I already have Textmate, but I’m using jEdit like old times. Maybe now is the best time to convert.
Hi Rose, Congrats on the new job!
Going ‘live’ sounds intriguing - if only I knew what it meant?
Been meaning to call you: it’s been a week. Now can we go shopping?
Could it really be that three times is weakness?. Remember the counting to three before the imaginary “whaaaps”?!!!
One by one with my fingers if we were in front of company or if in private, loudly came: “One… two… two and half… two and three quarters…”
I was not good at all with math, and I often wished that you’d either enjoy what I creatively cooked or for you guys to stop tormenting each other or for you to put down the crayons or for bedtime.
Seldom were the realities of the ‘whaaaps”, but I liked counting to three…it always sent you guys scrambling to do something or to stop doing something
(don’t know how to do the yellow faces)
It’s giving me warm chills now as I remember seeing cracks of smile on your cute little devious faces in the corner of my eyes. Yes, I struggle to do the math fractions in my head to get as close as possible to three before I hear you guys’ taunting giggles as your feet goes thump, thump, thump along the halls or up/down the stairs and under your bed covers: visualizing, dreaming - I hoped - of the journey into a very happy life you now seem to be enjoying!
I feel like your mom - very proud and happy for you!!!
Congratulations, Rosemary.
Hi Rose,
A thought just occurred to me. If you find yourself seemingly feeling detached to or maybe tantalized by garbage bags or garbage men - there is a story about that too. I need reassurance that social services can not access this website though ; )
I forgot to add: “Visualizing, dreaming-I hoped-of the journey into a very happy “LONG” life….
Will wait to hear back from you as to when we can see “Jacob”.