Yours, is of course, of the latest generation, and it is going out today. I was going to email you last night, but was going to wait until I had a tracking number.
Pardon me,I had the stupidity to get an actual job, just for the heck of it. The phone rang, as I was going out the door one day.. about 3.5 weeks ago. 'Interview?' they said. 'Yeah', I said. At interview: "job?", they said... "yeah", I said.
Suddenly, I am stuck in an office...the most unfamiliar space for me. Horror of horrors. And.. I'm in an office of 1200 people. And, I managed to have most of the people there know who I am.. already. And I am trying to pull my horns in...but they keep poking out. The human resources manager has aready told me 4 or five times that she's 'keeping her eye on me'.
And, I have already made fun 'with' the operations manager on many occasions. You see, he looks like David Byrne, of the Talking Heads. So, the first time I see him, I say, 'hey!, it's Dave!' I start singing 'burning down the house'... Then, on the third-fourth time, I am singing 'psyco killer...'. Turns out his name IS Dave....and he's the boss. Whoops! Ah. I don't care, and they know it.
I won't be long there. I find office spaces ridiculiously stifling. No doubt they want me there... but I don't know if I can handle it.
The pawn shop was more fun. I had to do battle with crackheads, inbreds, and illiterates. They where at least unpredictable and entertaining in their stubborn stupidity.
[This message has been edited by KBK (edited 09-07-2001).]