Here I am blogging on my first day at Koochi land*. I woke up early today to make sure that I dont come in late. I didn't feel like dressing up on my first day. In my previous jobs, my usual first day is a mix of admin processing, a bit of interior decorating, and a dash of office carpentry. Having been through such days I opted to wear a short sleeved shirt for comfort and a more subdued 'porma' - fit for fixing my desk and moving things around.
I went through the usual admin stuff like going to the bank to open a payroll account, produce photos, attend orientations and meet the bosses. I also had the opportunity to meet my new colleagues. I met Sim and Miles. Sim does graphics and Miles writes everything for everybody. They were both cool. Sim sells paintings and Miles is very enthusiatics to have a blogsite of her own. I have this feeling that we will get along as a team. Boss was out the whole day so I didn't have much to do (that's why i'm blogging).
My Desk
I was a bit dissapointed when I walked into the Marketing department's cube(?). The place was cramped, not carpeted, with bad looking tables and assorted chairs (reminds me of bangkal street's famous second-hand shops). Stacks of paper are everywhere and the tables have no locks. My comp is facing a low panel and behind me is the rest of the marketing group. Everybody can see everybody's pc...so much for privacy.
My Comp
Several minutes and a few handshakes later, I finally got to sit down and fire up my computer. Just like the room, it was dissapointing. I got a lousy machine running on win98 with a 15 inch monitor, slow internet, blocked webpages, no chikka (thank god they have YM - no webcams allowed tho), no MS OFFICE! and slow internet ( i think i mentioned that already, oh well, just stressing my point). grrr. I suddenly appreciated my old comp in my previous work despite the many disk and OS crashes it caused me. If comps are cars, my previous comp would be a ferrari and this would be a sarao.
Oh well, such is life, you win some and you lose some. I guess all the dissapointments would disappear come payday. I think I should have slept longer. I'm too cranky.
* codename for my present company
I feel it deep inside me. I wanna ride it. I can't fight it I might as well rely on the drum beat. Dj pumps a low-end frequency. Can't hide it. I won't deny it...cause i'm addicted to drums and i'm a slave to the dark beat
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
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