Things I can tell you about my current job:

  • The stag fern that I purchased to sit on my desk is incredibly happy. It’s like a metaphor or something.
  • I have changed my title from “Content Developer” to “Content Cultivator.” I figure, hell: if I’m in charge of the words, I’ll be in charge of the word that describes me. Plus, Content Cultivator sounds funnier. I like that.
  • The blogging project is exciting. I get pulled into weird late meetings with the co-founder of the company and the VP of marketing to hammer out oh-so serious things like which blog CMS is being used with which hosting plan and community features of different systems and how RSS and trackback are going to change things. First sign of me doing anything should be evident next week. As usual, I remain too loud at all times.
  • Sometimes I carpool to/from work with Heidi. In Los Angeles, this makes both of us huge freaks.
  • I finally understand the concept of “Happy Hour.”
  • I had a discussion with my father on Sunday, during which he brought up the company I work for and their maternity plans. No kid being planned, but I think him talking about it makes me a grown up. He also freaked out that I’m turning 30 in a couple years.

  • I have an old sales tool sitting on my desk. It was some kind of weird commission/bonus thing — a “spin the wheel and see what happens!” thing. I redesigned it as “the wheel of vice,” with cocktails, chocolate, “lewd activities” (didn’t want to get in trouble with human resources, so that one’s vague), miami (vice! get it! har!), etc. People spin it absent-mindedly when they pass my desk. It cracks me up when someone lands on “lewd activities” because then we all have an excuse to raise our eyebrows and say crass things. Not that any of us at work need an excuse to do that, but hey: excuses always help!
  • Sometimes I burp really loud for the three other women who work in my cubicle cluster, which I have named “the pod.” God bless them, they usually pretend to be amused by my disgusting displays of poor manners. That’s why I like them.
  • There is a purple beanbag next to my desk named “Grimace.” It belongs to my boss.
  • I work across the street from a large defense contractor. Sometimes we get to watch weird military helicopters land.
  • On Fridays, there are donuts. Unless they are Krispy Kremes, I won’t eat them.