Notes on work, now that I've been there about a month and a half ...
- it's pretty good so far, and I've gotten into a regular routine now. Everyday is different enough to not get too boring, but not so different that it becomes stressful. The work isn't hard, though you wouldn't know it the way some of them act - I'm still getting "OMG you pick this up so fast!" I definitely don't mind the compliment (I haven't been good at too many jobs), but dang - you look up a thing, you scan the things someone wants from that thing, you put the thing away. There's a lot of little details to it, and a lot of stuff to look out for, but it's all written down anyway.
- office demographics : all women, I'm the youngest (by 5 - 10 years at the least. Several are grandmothers), one of the only unmarried ones, I think the only one without kids, (from those two, I'll make the assumption that I'm the only gay person), one of the only ones who's not church-going religious (I'm no kind of religious at all, but quite a few people here are religious way beyond the realm of my usual social circle), and the only discernible political affiliations noticed so far are unregistered apathetic or Fox New Republican. The super Fox News-y lady (who's absolutely terrified of the apocalyptic hellscape Obama and his demon healthcare will land us in if he gets re-elected) kinda bugs me (though I do the work I do for her very well and very quickly, to spite her "stupid and lazy" characterization of my generation), but everyone (even her, not aware of me in my office thinking "stupid stupid stupid!" when she's going off on a rant) is very nice to me. The differences were (kinda still are) a little awkward, but no one seems to mind (though no one knows the gay liberal atheist parts yet), and on the rare occasions I eat lunch with them (working my late hours now, but if my supervisor's out and the one computer allotted to the copy service is free, I come in early) they always make an effort to include me in the conversation. No one knew who the hell Cake was, but they all knew I was going to a concert and were happy for me that it didn't get rained out (that concert was awesome, by the way - I'd seen them before, and I'll see them any other time they're around, they're fabulous live. They give away trees! And they played like, every one of my favorite songs of theirs, along with some good covers (does EVERY version of "War Pigs" sound better than the original?). Williamsburg Park is also a pretty good venue - not too big, not too small - and I'm planning on seeing David Byrne there next month).
(Minor difference : discounting the use of high heels, I'm also the tallest person in the office, and the only one who doesn't use a stepladder. All these high shelves don't quite make sense in an all-female workplace ...)
- my Long Island accent is so apparently so minimal that it goes undetected even by other Long Islanders. People keep guessing that I'm from upstate, and though I did live there for two years, I don't think it changed my accent (and no one there could tell where I was from either).
So, new and exciting developments in the world of Kaitlin ...
I have a new, full-time job.
I work for a document-gathering company, at a Catholic hospital. Basically, I find and scan medical records for doctors, lawyers, etc. Not super exciting, but it's the best-paying job I've ever had, and it's full-time. And I'm good at it - it's not exactly rocket science (find the thing, make sure it's compliant with the blah blah blah, scan what people want from the thing), but everyone says I'm picking it up fast. I'm not working my regular schedule yet (there's a long training process), but when I do, I'll start work at 2 pm, and work largely by myself, which is a pretty sweet situation for me (especially since I don't really have much in common with the ladies I work with ... they're all really nice, but their main topics of non-work conversation are kids and church, and I have very little to say about either, beyond "no thank you". Again, they're very nice to me, even after a bit of awkwardness about religion ("atheism makes no sense, and can't teach people morals ... Kaitlin, you've been awfully quiet, what religion are you?"), we just don't have much in common beyond the job). I also get to listen to my own music once I have the office to myself, which is great - I've been here 3 weeks, and I already want to put my foot through the radio. The local "inoffensive pap from yesterday and today!" station is so bad, and plays the same shitty dozen songs everyday. If I ever meet that "Call Me, Maybe" girl, I'll cave her head in with my shoe.
Probably going to be returning to the world of fandom, since this job gives me a fair amount of brain-space to think about my own shit while I work.
I just took my GRE, and got decent scores (164 in verbal, and a 148 in math which I entirely owe to two weeks' intensive math tutoring with Glenn). So, in theory, I should be going to grad school soon, despite my fears that my braininess stops at undergrad level and I won't be able to grad-stud it up. We'll see.
Awww, snap, the Patrick O'Brien Aubery/Maturin books are available on the Nook! Should I not download them - probably. I already have my box set and my mom's paperback copies. Do I want to? Oh hell yes - I can bookmark all the bits I love without dogearing up my RL copies! And I can have the entire Aubreyad in my hands at any moment!
The bookmarks will all kind of fall under the general headings of "Stephen being weird", "Stephen being awesome", "Stephen being lulzy", and "lulzy shipboard antics". I don't think I've ever loved a fictional character like I love Stephen Maturin.
I want Aubreyad icons, but I'm somewhat torn. Paul Bettany did a great job in the movie, but he's just not "my Stephen" (way too hot).