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Three Things (The Fucking Chelsea! Edition)
1. Work continues to be work-like. For every vaguely exciting/important release, like Squeenix's new game and Facebook's IPO (I geek out so much over our Squeenix, EA, and Blizzard releases, it is kind of embarrassing), there is the afternoon where I set up ten dividends and a release from a company that makes penis extender devices. The first quarter earnings period officially ended this week, and we've just hired on a load of new editors, so hopefully things will soon be back to normal insane, rather than tear-our-hair-out-and-sob-over-excel-tables insane. On the bright side, I had my 90-day eval on Tuesday, and it was all positive - my stats are all solid, my manager said I'm good at most things and steadily improving on the things I'm not, and I am most definitely certainly not going to be fired in the near future. Also, our operations VP got us all ice cream yesterday.
2. I had my first driving lesson today! It went fairly well, in that I'm not dead and the car's still in one piece. I took a lot of time practicing stopping and starting, and eventually graduated to driving in circles around the parking lot of the Mormon church down the street from my dad's. I even did a few figure-eights, and a bunch of laps weaving in and out of the parking divider. Not terrible progress, considering that the main point of the first lesson was just to get me a little less panicky at the whole idea. I'm currently aiming to have my license and enough saved up for a down payment on a used car by the end of September. It's going to stretch my budget a bit, but if I'm careful (and with the extra money from the raise I'm getting this month), I think it will be okay.
In the meantime, I talked to my manager this week about taking a few minutes off my lunch and leaving a little early at the end of the day so I can make the 7.12 bus instead of having to wait for the 7.50, and he said that was fine. So I've been getting home a lot earlier with a lot less standing around on street corners. I'm also probably going to be buying a bike in the next few days - I'm not going to bike the whole way, because I'd have to go under a kind of sketchy overpass in a heavily traffic-ed area, but being able to bike just from my bus stop would make things a lot more convenient. Helpfully enough, we have a bike shed in the back parking lot of our office, and my HR guy said he could get me the forms I need to be reimbursed the cost of bike commuting (which will just about cover the cost of the new bike). This is all working out much smoother than last week's freak-out would suggest.
3. Seriously, guys, FUCKING CHELSEA. Who the fuck did John Terry have to sell his soul to (assuming he had a soul in the first place, which seems doubtful...) to get that result? I am so bitter and heart-broken right now, I barely have words to describe it. EXCEPT THAT BASTI'S SADFACE IS THE SADDEST FACE THERE IS.
1. Work continues to be work-like. For every vaguely exciting/important release, like Squeenix's new game and Facebook's IPO (I geek out so much over our Squeenix, EA, and Blizzard releases, it is kind of embarrassing), there is the afternoon where I set up ten dividends and a release from a company that makes penis extender devices. The first quarter earnings period officially ended this week, and we've just hired on a load of new editors, so hopefully things will soon be back to normal insane, rather than tear-our-hair-out-and-sob-over-excel-tables insane. On the bright side, I had my 90-day eval on Tuesday, and it was all positive - my stats are all solid, my manager said I'm good at most things and steadily improving on the things I'm not, and I am most definitely certainly not going to be fired in the near future. Also, our operations VP got us all ice cream yesterday.
2. I had my first driving lesson today! It went fairly well, in that I'm not dead and the car's still in one piece. I took a lot of time practicing stopping and starting, and eventually graduated to driving in circles around the parking lot of the Mormon church down the street from my dad's. I even did a few figure-eights, and a bunch of laps weaving in and out of the parking divider. Not terrible progress, considering that the main point of the first lesson was just to get me a little less panicky at the whole idea. I'm currently aiming to have my license and enough saved up for a down payment on a used car by the end of September. It's going to stretch my budget a bit, but if I'm careful (and with the extra money from the raise I'm getting this month), I think it will be okay.
In the meantime, I talked to my manager this week about taking a few minutes off my lunch and leaving a little early at the end of the day so I can make the 7.12 bus instead of having to wait for the 7.50, and he said that was fine. So I've been getting home a lot earlier with a lot less standing around on street corners. I'm also probably going to be buying a bike in the next few days - I'm not going to bike the whole way, because I'd have to go under a kind of sketchy overpass in a heavily traffic-ed area, but being able to bike just from my bus stop would make things a lot more convenient. Helpfully enough, we have a bike shed in the back parking lot of our office, and my HR guy said he could get me the forms I need to be reimbursed the cost of bike commuting (which will just about cover the cost of the new bike). This is all working out much smoother than last week's freak-out would suggest.
3. Seriously, guys, FUCKING CHELSEA. Who the fuck did John Terry have to sell his soul to (assuming he had a soul in the first place, which seems doubtful...) to get that result? I am so bitter and heart-broken right now, I barely have words to describe it. EXCEPT THAT BASTI'S SADFACE IS THE SADDEST FACE THERE IS.