Saturday, July 28, 2012

Two Fingers of Liquor for Your NASCAR Driver

Two weeks in and I'm still not quite sure what to think about this new job.  Talking to friends, I've described it variously as a NASCAR race, a cocktail waitressing stint, and the email equivalent of a slow motion barroom brawl.  It's fascinating in a 'Shark Week meets WWWF meets PBS telethon' kind of way.  (No, really -- sit on the couch with the remote and flip back and forth between those three things, and you'll pretty much have captured my day.  Only you're probably wearing more comfortable shoes.) 

I should have known what I was getting into when my introduction to the office was a mostly drunk bottle of Scotch left sitting on my desk.  "Really?" I said aloud to no one in particular, nudging it with the clicker end of my pen and wondering what I would find in the spin dial safe.  Other warning signs:  being asked -- more than once -- "Is this your first tour?" and realizing that your floor is the one with the infamous female urinals in the restrooms.  But you know, I'll get the hang of all this eventually.  Or I'll develop cirrhosis, either one.

I'll tell you the story sometime about my first weepy / panicky moment on the Egypt Desk.  Surprisingly, it had absolutely nothing to do with the urinals.

1 comment:

Sharon said...

Are you local now?? We would love to see you if so. Please email or call me if you are in town.