♡これはおかしいジャーナルである。 (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} desirous) wrote,@ 2007-08-05 10:47:00 |
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Since I've started working, my job has basically taken over my entire life.
Every morning when I wake up at 6AM I check my work e-mail. And when I come home again at 8 or 9 pm, I check it again. I check it all weekend long, and actually look forward spending a Sunday afternoon planning out promotions and scheduling press releases. It sounds really boring but I do like my job. I really like my co-workers too, because like me, they have the necessary sense of humor required to actualise that despite how we may justify it, we've all signed our lives away to join a cult. This is really the closest I can get to explaining it. We work together, we eat together, we go out drinking together, we buy drugs and go to house parties together, and recently it's been proposed (by our director of green initiatives) that we volunteer in our community one weekend a month together.
Since I both live and work in Brooklyn, and since Brooklyn has been gentrifying at alarming rates, I almost NEVER leave my borough. Everything I could ever want in life I can find in Brooklyn. And on the rare occasion that I have some excuse to venture into Manhattan, I actually feel like a tourist, like I'm on a mini vacation. I look forward to finding excuses to go to Manhattan, so when my co-worker invited me to her birthday party at the Knitting Factory I was excited to have a reason to visit the island.
It's funny when you go out socially with people from your work environment. Sure, you may get to know one another more on a personal level, but office dynamic and hierarchy are always evident. The ultimate directive may change (from making money to having a good time) but you are definitely still at work. This was all the more apparent last night when we sent the intern upstairs to the bathroom to go roll a joint. And when I decided to switch from beer to water when I heard one of my clients was stopping by later on. (This was post intern joint mind you!)
This also makes it rather awkward when you somehow fuck up socially, and fear the consequences will inevitably resurface in the work environment. Or if you're socially neurotic like I am, and over analyse everything to have many different hidden meanings. It can be more work than when you're actually working!
Every morning when I wake up at 6AM I check my work e-mail. And when I come home again at 8 or 9 pm, I check it again. I check it all weekend long, and actually look forward spending a Sunday afternoon planning out promotions and scheduling press releases. It sounds really boring but I do like my job. I really like my co-workers too, because like me, they have the necessary sense of humor required to actualise that despite how we may justify it, we've all signed our lives away to join a cult. This is really the closest I can get to explaining it. We work together, we eat together, we go out drinking together, we buy drugs and go to house parties together, and recently it's been proposed (by our director of green initiatives) that we volunteer in our community one weekend a month together.
Since I both live and work in Brooklyn, and since Brooklyn has been gentrifying at alarming rates, I almost NEVER leave my borough. Everything I could ever want in life I can find in Brooklyn. And on the rare occasion that I have some excuse to venture into Manhattan, I actually feel like a tourist, like I'm on a mini vacation. I look forward to finding excuses to go to Manhattan, so when my co-worker invited me to her birthday party at the Knitting Factory I was excited to have a reason to visit the island.
It's funny when you go out socially with people from your work environment. Sure, you may get to know one another more on a personal level, but office dynamic and hierarchy are always evident. The ultimate directive may change (from making money to having a good time) but you are definitely still at work. This was all the more apparent last night when we sent the intern upstairs to the bathroom to go roll a joint. And when I decided to switch from beer to water when I heard one of my clients was stopping by later on. (This was post intern joint mind you!)
This also makes it rather awkward when you somehow fuck up socially, and fear the consequences will inevitably resurface in the work environment. Or if you're socially neurotic like I am, and over analyse everything to have many different hidden meanings. It can be more work than when you're actually working!
