Becoming a Yuppie
Here I am, blogging on my lunch break. Whoo-ee boy, is yuppie life ever exciting! I haven’t plugged in to the narrative structure of the workplace quite yet (data entry and spreadsheet manipulation is not conducive to well-structured texts with subtle interleaving themes & symbolism) so I’ll make use of Ye Olde Ordyrred Lyste.
- There is an electric pencil sharpener immediately next to my monitor, which makes the screen go wurble wurble zoop whenever it sharpens a pencil. I’ve taken to sharpening pencils far more often than necessary. Wurble, wubble, whee!
- English units are the most hurtful, soul-gouging thing I have experienced at work thus far. Everyone uses them in business-and-government-land, apparently; I think it’s the same collective delusion that created neck-ties. My mind is very boggled indeed, but not too boggled to know how many gallons are in an acre-foot.
- No one here wears neck-ties on a regular basis, which is good because my supply of professional gear is plenty low without requiring that it button down and coordinate with pantyhose.
- Top perks: there’s a florist in the office park who often leaves nice things in the dumpster, and I get free steel toed boots.
Right, that’s it, back to work.