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I got a new word today at work, thanks to the notes system:

First definition care of a co-worker, second definition care of me.

So last Thursday (March 5th) was my birthday, my first birthday after having been hired at the job. My coworkers are, in a word, awesome. They spoiled me.

First hurdle of the day they had to leap… decorating my desk at work before I get there. Frankly, I work a lot of morning overtime…. so whoever had to accomplish this particular feat must have slept overnight in order to beat me there…

You’ll have to forgive the quality of the pics… camera phone

Then when I came back from lunch, someone had left secret birthday cupcakes on my desk…

It was the bestest birthday I have ever had at a job!!

Something else from work that I wanted to share is the Vocabulary Word Of The Day. Its not one of those daily calenders with words that would make you seem smarter should you use them.

We have a system we use internally where all “notes” are kept. When people call, when an account is researched, when something is mailed… each and every thing gets an entry. There are no guides as to what you get to say in the notes. Basically you can say whatever you like, however you like (within reason). I have to go through a lot of these “notes” and I find some very interesting words as I read through them. Those I like the best get posted on my cubicle wall. Here are a few…

And my first and favorite…..

All of these words were used multiple times in notes… without a hint of sarcasm. Now… don’t you feel informated?

The Overtime is starting to slow, and thankfully enough my kids have started to remember who I am. I’m starting to see the light of day again… but only just barely.

My birthday is coming up next week- but the Mister already got me an awesome gift… Season 1 of Torchwood- which is fan-fucking-tabulous. We started it last night. If tonight wasn’t Battlestar Galactica night it would be all watched up now.

For a while there I lost my phone, and searched everywhere for it. I looked everywhere about a billion times. One of my work friends suggested I check my car, and I scoffed at her. I scoffed at her 1) because I had already looked in my car five or six times scurrying about it like a squirrel in a tree, exploring all its nooks and crannies and 2) because I drive a 93 Mitsubishi Eclipse… my car is so small that if I had left my phone in there it would be taking up the entire passenger seat and be playing with the radio stations . Tonight, while picking up nephew Darius for a weekend sleepover, I was installing his car seat in the back and low and behold… shoved between the seat and the car wall was my phone. I have no idea how it got all the way back there and out where it was since I have been the only person in my car since we purchased it.

Maybe my car is haunted… sweet… I hope the ghost likes Jonathon Coulton because that’s all I play when I drive.

I know I’ve said this a lot since November, but the reason for the quietness around here (did I hear crickets just now?) is because I’m working a lot of overtime

a lot of overtime

a plethora of overtime

a bunch of overtime

a gaggle of overtime

a shit ton of overtime

There are probably 3 hours from when I wake to when I go to sleep that I am not at work, and one of them is for getting ready to go to work. I promise though, at the very least, I’ll write once a week.

Until then, the Mister got his surgery done in November and today he received a Bone Stimulator… I informed him that she better not be blonde.

So, I decided not to post pictures of things bigger than my new toy and just tell you what it is…

I just got an Acer Aspire One… in blue (it comes in white, blue, pink, and a coppery brown).

Its tiny as heck- but I love it. Its about the same size as a spiral steno note book. Its small and compact, has a web cam built in to it, and weighs 2.2 lbs.  Love it!!! It was totally worth working overtime.

I’m still working a crap ton of overtime… but that may change since they are moving my entire department to phones to help out. Woot, me and my 45 minutes of training are going to rock house, because you’ll certainly learn everything you need to know if 45 minutes… right?

I know its become old by now, but I have been working a crap ton of overtime- which still keeps me from posting as often as I used to.

Don’t worry though, things re looking as if they’ll normalize soon.

In other news, I just got my Christmas present. I’m posting from it right now. When I get the chance, for my next post I will post pics of things bigger than present. You’ll just have to wait and see- really. I’ll give a sneaky peek… something that is bigger than my present…

A bread box.

I haven’t been lazy in writing… really I haven’t. I have been working every day, and some of those days are 12 hours of non stop work. Then lately, when I get home, I have to start doing stuff from my old job… stuff like washing dishes and washing clothes- the Mister does what he can, but he is still lame (lame as is hobbling on one foot and not general uncool lameness).

I’m pooped.

Work has told me that our busy season was supposed to end tomorrow. However, its been made pretty clear that this is not the case. So the respite I was lookimg forward to may be long in coming.

However, on the 23rd… the new Underworld movie opens starring my favorite character Lucien played by Michael Sheen (one of my fantasy yarn shop employees). The Mister and I have a date set for that night. I can’t wait.

As far as the work zombies go… I have heard them since my last post, I even tried to tape the noises. Heck, yesterday and today I took a recorder with me so that I could record the noises (and eventually post it here)… but wouldn’t you know it they didn’t even make a peep today.

Zombies, just not as dependable as they used to be.

So, I planned to work overtime today a few days ago.

Yesterday I had the whole day off, just so I could have one day when I wasn’t at work.

So, I awoke this morning, showered, dressed, went downstairs only to discover that the Mister had been up all night with Danny and was now sleeping on the couch (Oh sweet gods of payback… ). So, instead of chilling out before work, I decided to just go on in. I had been there early before, where I was the only person in the whole building for an hour or two- so today would be no different.

I went inside, clocked in, and began working. Then it started…

I would hear bangs, and slams. Things moving, and scratching. I’m pretty sure I even heard something (or someone) crawling through the ventilation shafts.

Now, it may have been because it was the crack ass of dawn… but thoughts of zombies and Die Hard esque corporate building take overs began to enter my mind. With every sound my head would whip around looking for its source. I even began to explore the building looking for the causes of aformentioned sounds. I could find nothing (and no one) to make the noises. I returned to my desk, and the sounds resumed. I considered going home, because I was honestly starting to become frigbhtened, but then I thought about all of those movies where the hapless employee gets scared… gathers their things and make a break for the door… only to be jumped by zombies in the lobby.

I called a work associate to see if he was coming in, you know… in case my body needed to be identified from being zombie eaten or blown up. I stuck through it, jumping with every crash and slam…

… I never did discover what it was that was making those noises.

on the other hand, I did discover this taped to the printer…

printed work materials are NOT finger licking good.

You can totally tell who had a desk job and who didn’t amongst the group of work newbies I’m in. After desks were finally assigned is when I discovered this.

Lunch came and went, and people slowly arrived at their new desks.

Those who had never had a desk job before had a picture or two, maybe a box of tissues. Those who had a desk job before had these ginormous boxes over brimming with things, so that it looked like college dorm move in day. Within half an hour those people had desks that appeared as though they had been working there for years.

I am somewhat jealous of their desks. While I have a small smattering of pictures on my own desk, its not nearly as awesome as it could be. One guy has a Boba Fett statue on his desk… a BOBA FETT STATUE…. its as long as my forearm (granted, I have TRex arms…. but still)!

I must have something equal in awesomeness… I’m thinking maybe a Dalek and sonic screwdriver.

I’ve been kind of skimpy on the blog lately, mainly because I really have been spending all of my time at work. My schedule has looked like this:

Mon- Orientation Day/start training

Tue- Train

Wed- Train/Work (we totally should have had a few more weeks of training by their own admission, but its the busy season)

Thur- Turkey Day

Fri- Office closed, but I worked Overtime

Sat- Overtime

Sun- Off

Mon- worked

Tue- Worked, then worked overtime

Wed- worked, then worked overtime

Thur- worked, then worked overtime

Fri- worked, then worked overtime

Sat- worked overtime

Today, Sun- going in to work overtime

I worked a lot of overtime for the before Christmas paycheck, because I have 4 kids… that’s a lot of presents. Plus, because its a new job you want to make a good impression… you know?

What’s sort of wearing me down really is the home life. Once I clock out of work and come home, I’m still doing all of the jobs I did before I worked since the Mister is currently out of commission. I do get help from my BIL when he’s here to help out, its just a little draining right now.

I haven’t knitted a stitch since I’ve been hired. I need to though, so I can finish the Thcrapth pattern… and I have to make Danny a stocking like I did for the other boys. If you are not a Raveler… I used the International Sock Of Doom Pattern, used US8s, omitted the Rib of Doom,  Did a few rows of 2×2 rib, then did stockinette and lengthened the measurement to the heel, and did the rest as you would in sock like fashion. I use that sock pattern for everything.

That’s pretty much it for now. Now I am off for the shower so I can get ready for work.