so, at my last job, there were the print bastards and their shitty clique-ish-ness.
well, today, i noticed that the print guys at the new job are also kind of cliquey. they were talking about doing something on a boat tomorrow. and no one else was talking about it. not the writers. not the AEs. just them. weird. maybe at all ad agencies, the print people are all bastards.
of course, i say this without knowing ANYONE at work. seriously. i never thought i'd say this, but i've gotten sick of saying "i don't know who that is." and if you know me and know how much i love amy poehler's kelly ripa and how she always told regis "i don't know who that is," ... sigh.
it's only been a week. i need to keep telling myself that.
on tuesday, i ran into one of the print guys in the bathroom, and as we were drying our hands after washing them (thank you), he introduced himself to me saying that he didn't get to be introduced to me on my first day (although i wasn't trotted around the place being introduced to people). then he asked me if i was full-time. i said i was contract. then he didn't say anything else to me. so is there something against contractors at my new place of employment? i'm confused. anyway. he was cute and i've been kinda online stalking him.
today, the writer that sits next to me touched my hand. it was weird. he's been the person that's been the nicest to me so far. of course, he sits right next to me, i don't know anyone, and since he seems nice, i keep asking him questions like "these initials are who?", "where do they sit?" "what does this client do with such and such?" and so on. i wonder if when he touched my hand today if he was trying to flirt with me. i hope not, because i don't think he's cute. then again, beggar's can't be choosers.
ok, now to continue drinking and listening to amy sedaris.
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