Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Apparently, I Work At Disneyland

This is my second post in two weeks referencing Disney, which frightens me, but it is relevant.

Okay, so my first day? My day f*cking rocked.

First of all, how can you dislike working in an office with bright orange walls, a basketball hoop in the lobby area, and a desk that looks like it flew straight out of the Jetsons? I have these weird metal crates for filing cabinets, and everything is made of wood and metal and shaped geometrically, like Andy Warhol tripped on acid and designed some furniture.

As soon as my email was set up, my supervisor sat down with me and insisted that I download instant messenger. Um, seriously? I spent the last two years at my old job hiding my secret IM obsession, and now I am being encouraged? Insanity. And then, my coworkers began IMing me all day long. "So how's the first day?" "You need some more pencils?" "I am seriously so hung over." So great.

I took a quick mid-morning break and discovered a "cafeteria" on my floor with a Coca-Cola fountain. I had an emotional climax when I realized that I now have access to free Diet Coke (or Sprite, or Mr. Pibb), anywhere and anytime at work. As if I'm not crazy enough in general, now I can plateau at that caffeinated crazy level that I love for free, and on a daily basis!

And the kicker came shortly before lunch, when someone on my planning team scored 4 free tickets to the Braves-Nationals game tomorrow night and offered me a ticket. I was convinced then that I had died and gone to heaven. I have been here for just over a week and I have already scored a free ticket to a Braves game. Yeow!

The rest of the afternoon was comparatively slow, but I was still riding the high of new office supplies, a cool cube, nice people, and a game ticket. Good day.

posted by KA @ 8:43 PM