So, second day, new job.
Pros: half the commuting time as my old job, shiney new building, queers!!!, convenient places to get lunch, interesting new work, no more hearing about colleagues children/marriage plans/family holidays.
Cons: Crowded summer trains and no going against the flow, earlier starts, new job is dealing with money, expensive places to get lunch, bad coffee!!?!, so much to learn and no formal training, hearing about new colleagues’ pets.
I’m not exactly thrilled with the new job. It’s a little daunting. Reports from the parra office were that the sydney office was a bit more hard-core, a bit more old guard, and it’s true, so it’s more pressure, and no more of the goofing off I’ve consistantly been doing since may last year. And while the sydney office is actually new, it is sparsely populated compared to parra. It feels like I’m working in a library. No mucking around here, although a lot more swearing. My new teams leaders read like a bad sitcom from a queer cable tv network. He’s a cat-loving poof, she’s a dog-loving dyke, it’s a classic mis-match comedy tonight on bravo. But real actual true to life queers, rather than the suburban gays at my old workplace. Although they did spend twenty minutes on my first day telling us how much they talk about thier pets. Not actually telling us about thier pets, but telling us about telling us about their pets.
And I’ve tried four coffee places so far, and each one has been offensively insipid. I’m thinking of taking instant in so I don’t have to go through the truama of buying bad espresso each day. Isn’t the city supposed to have good coffee? maybe it’s only the money end of town that does, like between the quay and the park, cuz south of the park is trashy as. I feel like I should be dressing in neon to fit in with the shops.
ahh, the new job is okay, I’m sure I’ll get used to it all once I’ve settled in. And I don’t miss parra at all, just the peeps I was hanging out with. I’m hoping it gets better though.