Morning Musings 3

Hmm . . . let's see, August 9th, 2007. If I'm starting out a journal/blog entry with hmmm do I really have anything to say? Of course I do. I mean c'mon I'm the guy whose cube mate at work quit because apparently "he talk's too much." Listen you stupid ***** I was trying to be welcoming and friendly, trying to make your transition to a new job an easy one. In my mind there is nothing worse than a job that you feel uncomfortable being at. For example, I can recall a contract job for what I thought was a really cool company, while I won't say the name I can tell you it sounds like redenvelope.com. It's not so much that the people weren't nice, because they were, it's just that no one ever took the time to welcome me or to introduce me around, show me the lunchroom, point out the nice restaurants in the neighborhood, or even ask me the de facto personal question "how old are you?" De facto personal question you ask yourself, what you were thinking something more along the lines of "where are you from?" No, I like to ask people how old they are, it's much more telling. If you know how old someone is you can immediately deduce how well you are aging by comparing your face/hair/etc to yours, you can tell how smart they are because if they are doing the same job and they are several years younger chances are that they are smarter (hopefully they are not getting paid more), you can tell if you can count on them to pick up the slack when you want to go home early at 5pm on a Monday, you can tell whether or not they have the same jaded and bitter, sense of humor that you do, and a slew of other things. Unfortunately, asking this question of people during job interviews is not allowed, hmmm I wonder if that's why my company doesn't let me interview people any more? I don't actually think I asked a potential *********ian candidate that question ever, but it has be posed to me that perhaps I did. This post is very random so this might seem out of place but I just remembered the worst thing about not talking to someone at work, or rather not having someone to talk to at work - you get really bad breath, I remember that so vividly from working at re, all morning I would sit at my desk updating some CMS and would not talk to anyone, when I eventually did open my mouth, my breath was horrible.

In other more exciting news, the Peet's Coffee Strawberry scone is a hit. Finally what I have been looking for in a scone: strawberries + a non-crumbly, doesn't get stuck in your teeth scone. Two thumbs up Peets! Oh and on the Muni today I gave up my seat to a pregnant woman. I am so chivalrous - well actually she sort of looked blue in the face and I was scared that she might vomit on me.