I love the attention sure
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People from my class in college are hanging out with Hollywood A listers and winning oscars.I haven't worked for anyone for ten years and for the most part that's a good thing but sometimes I come across people I used to work with online and they've won a Bafta or something and I kind of think 'fuuuccck, what have I been doing with myself for the last TEN years?' . And it just stings a bit, for a while, and then I get a hold of myself.
yeah but isn't your office decorated with priceless art?We had free coffee at 11 in my last place, it wasn't great coffee but it was a good excuse for everyone to go down and skive off for an hour. Nothing like that where I am now.
That was also in the previous place, I moved department a few months ago and had to leave the Miro behind. I do have a fifth floor view now though, as opposed to a skylight looking out onto another skylight.yeah but isn't your office decorated with priceless art?
I never realised there were so many free baskets of fruit flying about.
Different world out there in the private sector. The trademark civil service office nutter would just bag the lot for themselves.
My Ma is very style-conscious, and hates the way I dress so slovenly (if you don't know me - I'm a programmer, so t-shirt/jeans/hoodie is pretty much the uniform). She was full of warnings about working with Yanks when I started the new job (The Wikimedia Foundation - see above), even cut out a bit from the newspaper about how to dress at work. I even kinda heeded her advice and bought a new pair of black jeans (cos my old ones have a hole in the arse (which I normally camouflage by wearing black underpants))
My first day was a day of meetings in Montreal (making me feel like a total jetsetter, hooray!). Got up at 3am to get the flight, arrived in the meeting room around noon Montreal time, and the first guy I see is 50-ish, big beard, t-shirt, shorts, bare feet ... and knitting. Wool, knitting needles, just sitting there knitting away in a meeting of around 30 people (which included the CTO)
I had to ring me Ma as soon as I arrived home to tell her
My Ma is very style-conscious, and hates the way I dress so slovenly (if you don't know me - I'm a programmer, so t-shirt/jeans/hoodie is pretty much the uniform). She was full of warnings about working with Yanks when I started the new job (The Wikimedia Foundation - see above), even cut out a bit from the newspaper about how to dress at work. I even kinda heeded her advice and bought a new pair of black jeans (cos my old ones have a hole in the arse (which I normally camouflage by wearing black underpants))
My first day was a day of meetings in Montreal (making me feel like a total jetsetter, hooray!). Got up at 3am to get the flight, arrived in the meeting room around noon Montreal time, and the first guy I see is 50-ish, big beard, t-shirt, shorts, bare feet ... and knitting. Wool, knitting needles, just sitting there knitting away in a meeting of around 30 people (which included the CTO)
I had to ring me Ma as soon as I arrived home to tell her
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