I've actually lost track of how long I've worked at my new job. I guess that's a good sign? I mean, I still like it, so..
Understandably so, though, there's very little to blog about this job of mine. However, in case something should ever come up, I've now come up with some great nyms for my co-workers:
Flirty: Will apparently turn 19 next month. Incredibly.... flirtatious. If it moves and breathes and speaks in any human language, she'll probably flirt with it. Kind of an air-head, but I think she does it on purpose because it's "cute" (except for the fact that, you know, it's not actually cute). Really nice girl, though. I guess she can't help but act her age. Most people do. And, hey, a lot of quotable things are said when she's around.
Barbie: My age. Blonde and beautiful. Also very brilliant. She used to compete in beauty pageants and described herself as looking like Barbie back in those days, and it's stuck since, well, yesterday when we were talking about it. We've shared many a Meaningful Look with each other over Flirty, mostly during breaks. Also, she's just awesome and funny. (And the one to have invited me to the bonfire I went to, what, last week?)
The Robots: Boss and most people actually call them "The Twins," but they've worked there for so long that they just sort of work on auto-pilot now and tend to have a glazed look about their faces, so Barbie, Flirty, and I have begun to call them The Robots. Sweet girls if you can actually get them to come out of their daze. Robot 1 is actually the one to have trained me the first time.
Puncher: This basically just describes his job. I haven't come up with anything really good for him. Anyway, yesterday I somehow managed to break the Really Big Expensive Machine, and we had a good laugh over it. Very not intimidating because 1) he's engaged, and there's really no reason for a 2 or 3 after the fact of 1.
And then there's my Supervisor. I'm not real sure what to call him, yet. He's just so... quiet. Actually, his real name fits him quite well, but we don't go about practicing giving away identities on this blog, so for now he is just Supervisor.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths