So this is the real world

Original post date: 23 April 2008

So I started my job on Monday. It started with a morning of general (and generally useless) orientation, after which my supervisor, Katina, met me and took me out to lunch. She seemed nice, slightly abrasive, and I'm not sure yet if I'll like working for her or not. She said something about overtime that gives me pause: she said "we're all businesspeople" so if we work 50 hours in a week, we just bill for 40. Huh??? If I legitimately work extra hours, I want to be paid for them! I'm not donating my time to Raytheon, puh-leaze.

I've been pretty nervous these past three days, my stomach's been feeling funky every day. And it's not like I have that much to stress about - I'm spending most of my time taking these mandatory online courses on superfun topics like harassment and trade embargoes and ethics and things. They're starting me on some actual scheduling tasks, but they're doing it in small steps so it's not bad. I have my own little cubicle on the 11th floor in a building about 4 or 5 blocks away from where James works. I went to Target yesterday in search of some girl-ifying things for my cube - it's awfully drab. I didn't have much success. But I'll keep looking for ways to brighten up that space. There are no windows in the room where my cube is, so it's kind of depressing. Good thing James and I will meet up for picnic lunches whenever possible!