- It is still, after three weeks, fun to use my badge to open locked doors. You just have to hold it up to this tiny gray strip, then *boop*, you’re in.
- I walked by the dressing room where all the anchors and reporters get ready and I saw the most giant tackle box of make-up I have ever seen in my life. There were tiers and tiers of tubes and brushes and fancy powders. I don’t even like make-up that much but I had to try hard not to go in there and get a closer look.
- Heather Orne is really pretty. Like, a lot.
- I’m amazed I get anything done. I am currently sitting in my house in complete silence. There hasn’t been any noise for hours. But at work there are four televisions behind me, two of which usually have the sound on low volume. Then there is the scanner. And all the phone calls and receiver slamming and general banter. It’s been a lesson in focusing and I’m surprising myself with how well I’m doing.
- I accidentally jumped somebody in line for the microwave the other day. I felt like an ass. I didn’t know she was waiting.
- Despite being all blogged out, I often find myself sitting at my desk reading something really funny or inspiring online and I think to myself, "Yay!"
- The lure of the snack machine is intense.
- It is bizarre to have a set schedule. Calming, really. The week-to-week scheduling of the restaurant industry can make someone prone to anxiety a little bit edgy. I find comfort in stability and having every evening off and weekends too feels like a total luxury. I can easily see how it could become a rut, but I’m loving the predictability of it all so far.
Some Things About My New Job
May 21st, 2005 — Work Related