Friday, August 15, 2003

So ends my first week of work, gentle reader. There’s some stress, make no mistake, and I sometimes question whether I’m producing something of value, but damn it if it isn’t a fun place to work at. I walk into the office every day in shorts and sandals, the fridge is always well-stocked with beverages aplenty, and my co-workers are simply hilarious.

To say that I’m quiet is an understatement, but I absorb most of the banter as it flies around the different rooms. The office consists primarily of twenty-something guys, which gives you some idea of the company culture we’re talking about. To wit: A company outing to lunch saw an extended dialogue on how jetpacks work and which jetpacks are better, even though no one knew what they hell they were talking about.

The talk invariably turns raunchy, and co-worker Dave alone has added a few choice words to my unofficial–and unused, of course–dictionary. What’s that? You want a sampling? How about “shenanigan pole” and “cockmonkey,” for starters? A recent trip to a Cubs game resulted in the coining of the term “18-ish,” though I don’t plan on asking for specifics.

Well, that’s enough new vocabulary for today. Google, please be kind to me.