I couldn’t sleep at all last night. No, I wasn’t excited or anxious over the new job, I just couldn’t go to sleep. I was in bed at midnight and didn’t start dozing off until 5:15 in the morning. Then my body went into “auto-flail” mode and I started tossing and turning about, not on my own accord. I didn’t make it out the bed until 6:30am. The alarm was set for 6:00am, I left the house at 8:00am and made it to work at a quarter to nine.
Dead. Fucking. Tired.
Let me just say this much about the new gig: if my old job was Hell, then this was definitely Heaven. Fitness center, tons of cuties working here, good benefits, close to home, on a computer all day…sounds like a pretty sweet job, right?
Well, maybe if I weren’t so tired I couldn’t appreciate it.
It might just be all my grogginess and crankiness (30 minutes of sleep’ll do that to you), but I am just in a foul ass mood today. Of course, I’m masking it well by smiling and shaking everyone’s hand. I did get a brief respite of peace at lunch time when I went to the decked out break room to watch some Judge Mathis. Right now it’s a quarter to quitting time and I want to go home.
I’m still not entirely sure why I’m so out of it today. Maybe it’s because my cubicle is bare and everyone else’s is jazzed up with stress toys shaped like VW beetles and shit like that. Maybe it’s because everyone else here already “knows” each other and I feel like the outsider trying to fit in but failing miserably. Lord knows I don’t need another experience like high school rearing its ugly head.
There have been some good points though. I flirted with this really cute gay guy today in my department. Yes, I openly flirted and talked about gay clubs with him in earshot of many folks who don’t know me from Adam. So much for determining how “out” I want to be at work.
So help me out here folks; how can I jazz up my li’l cube? Unfortunately my apartment is just as sparse as this office space (no pun intended) so I don’t have much to decorate.
Ah well. I’d care about it, but I’m damn near too tired to finish thi….
*zzzzzzz*
Snowglobes. Lots of them. And when people come to shake them, quickly pull out a bottle of windex and wipe their fingerprints away while they watch. It’ll freak them out and keep ‘em off of your desk. I bet none of your pens get stolen after doing that a couple of times.
Use that diamond patterned metal that they put in truck beads and use that as covering sfor the walls and get a ton of those magnetic poetry things to slap on it.
When decorating a cubicle, you can’t go wrong with toys. Action figures, little green men, Matchbox cars, what have you, go crazy! Of course, I speak from biased experience; at my last permanent office job, I had a Buffy action figure, Rocky Horror Picture Show action figures (Dr. Frank-N-Furter and Riff-Raff), Nerf dart guns, bubbles and various other doo-dads. And there was a Little Tykes basketball net in the hallway. Ah, the days of the dot-com bubble.
Or you could just spraypaint everything silver. IJS.
Uhhh….you wanna keep this job, right?
Get a feel for the place before deciding what to put in the cubicle and before too much “fraternizing” with co-workers. First impressions are the hardest to change, and you want people to have a favorable one of you.
Work is a professional space, not a personal one.
I have a hard time decorating cubes also becuase I don’t like pictures up… I know I am strange, I don’t like giving office folks to much info…
Take a sedative tonight (liqour), but not to much, so you can be in a bright mood for your second day.