May 26, 2004
A Little Bit of This
This full time job thing is the bomb, man! Why haven't I done this before? I got my offer letter (¡muy generoso!), and promptly returned the signed paperwork to the HR department. As it stands now, my first permanent day here will be the 1st of June. Let us start the second half of the year properly. Then maybe I could even give out the name of the company. No, on second thought...the last time I wrote my real name down on this page, I, my name, ended up in a Google search, and I was terrified that I would be discovered. I don't need this company (or any other company) to be discovered as a result of my inane blithering here. OK, I'm a closet blogger. At least I'm not a closet queer anymore. Anyway, I'm very excited. I feel like the clouds in the sky are parting, the sun is shining through, the birds are singing, no, just kidding. It feels great. And I'm meeting a lot of really hot men! And I love meeting hot men in the business world. It's the sexual tension and curiosity that makes it more fun. If it should ever come to the dirty deed, it's just unfulfilling...and messy. Flirting is definitely more fun.
So now I have to weigh my options. I am desperate to move out of my current living sitch and cut the commute. Three accidents (all in the fast lane) on 880 this morning. Two of them were surely the result of rubber-neckers at the other collisions on the road. WTF is all I have to say. I left early and got here an hour and a half later. So, I'm considering the Peninsula. I wanted to move to San Francisco, but the commute from the city down here is just as bad and just as long and the prices in the city are worse. Plus, I feel like I need to make more of a commitment to this company now.
I can't tell you how much I like it here. I'm sure I'll put out some bad days here and there as I have always done, but overall, I have such a positive vibe from this place. I am learning to trust in my vibes more and more. So now my options: Menlo Park, Palo Alto, or Mountain View. All pretty nice places, all have nice sounding names, all have decent rental rates. I just have to find the one that's best for me. And then I'll buy a bike and ride to work, get my legs back. I used to have nice legs when I was in high school. I rode my bike everywhere. All I can dream about right now are the possibilities of my own place, my own new furniture, dishes, TV, bath towels. I am going to go crazy at BB&B, I'm telling you. With towels and such. I don't think they have TiVos at BB&B. It won't be until the new year, probably, but considering that it's coming up on Memorial Day already, it should be here pretty quickly.
Did I mention that the company allows you to accrue three weeks of holiday to use as you want? To everyone. From Day One. I don't have to wait until I've been here for twelve years. That's when I asked for a pen.
On the other hand, the people here are so unrealistically nice and pleasant, not like the "Oh My Goodness"-lady from a previous situation, though. I have to remember not to be catty and insincere. I have a tendency to be as such, although that's not really my nature, regardless of what you may have heard. I have to try really hard not to talk about people if at all possible, but the insatiable nosy side of me sometimes comes bursting through, and well, I get looks from people like I'm totally off. Well, duh. Or else the audience quietly packs up and moves on without saying a word. If there's one thing I'm good at it's bringing silence to a room. It's never been easy for me to translate Michael into English before speaking. You wouldn't believe how many drafts of these silly entries I make before I finally commit to one that's as clean and syntax-error-free as possible...and one that makes sense to the average person out there. It's a chore, sometimes. Even though this "blog" was supposed to be about me for me, a way of cataloguing my excursions here and there, I have succumbed to the need to be diplomatic and righteous. Most of what I think on a day-to-day basis is neither diplomatic nor righteous, and often it isn't very politically correct, either. So rather than constantly fear censorship and hate mail, I "kick it down a notch" and keep it polite. Oh the things we do.
On that, it's 3:15 P.M., and I'm about to fall asleep at this dream job. Gotta go for a walk or something.
