Saturday, July 23, 2005
I began packing up my office for the move from my current job with DHHS (Department of Health & Human Services) to my job with EMD (Environmental Management Department). It's amazing how much crap I've accumulated in four years of working for the County. I think I'll give some of it to my staff. Or put it on Ebay.
I'm not a knick-knack person. I don't like frilly things or flowery froo froo junk. I like leather and
metal and glass (such as our new furniture that we'll have in a couple weeks). But people seem to give me gifts that go in aforementioned categories. For instance, although I'm not a collector, per se, I do collect frog things. Artsy frogs, not silly frogs. I have a simple glass frog, a brass frog, a frog statue, black and white photos with subtle frogs. They are 
tastefully placed and not obtrusive - in fact most people don't notice the frogs when they come over. However, when people discover you like something, they start buying crap and giving it to you. So now I have smiling frogs wearing dresses and dancing frogs carrying flowers and frogs with bobbing heads. Needless to say, I am not rude when I receive these gifts for the gesture is very kind. I very much appreciate it when someone takes note of something someone likes and makes an effort to be thoughful. Yet, these items never, ever, end up in my house. Instead, they go to work. They make other people smile and if it brightens someone's day then great.
Anyway, I don't want to bring most of this stuff to my new job. I want to start clean. I want to bring my photos and the few items that were not gifts and leave the rest behind with people who would like it or else I'll throw it tactfully in trash on the way home.
This new job is the doorway to the field I really like (IT and telecom) and I don't want to bring the baggage that's followed me on this four-year detour away from the field and back again.
And, on a small sidetrack, it's ironic that I will now work for the department that conducts, among other things, inspections of restaurants. Ironic because my Cousin Sam is one of those inspectors, except for a neighboring county. I won't (thankfully) being doing them as I'd rather be ignorant and blissful of where I eat (she is braver than I!). Instead I'll be part of a team that helps make the inspector's job (and everyone else in EMD) easier with new and shiny technology. Or as Cousin Mikey says: teknoligee.
I'm not a knick-knack person. I don't like frilly things or flowery froo froo junk. I like leather and
metal and glass (such as our new furniture that we'll have in a couple weeks). But people seem to give me gifts that go in aforementioned categories. For instance, although I'm not a collector, per se, I do collect frog things. Artsy frogs, not silly frogs. I have a simple glass frog, a brass frog, a frog statue, black and white photos with subtle frogs. They are 
tastefully placed and not obtrusive - in fact most people don't notice the frogs when they come over. However, when people discover you like something, they start buying crap and giving it to you. So now I have smiling frogs wearing dresses and dancing frogs carrying flowers and frogs with bobbing heads. Needless to say, I am not rude when I receive these gifts for the gesture is very kind. I very much appreciate it when someone takes note of something someone likes and makes an effort to be thoughful. Yet, these items never, ever, end up in my house. Instead, they go to work. They make other people smile and if it brightens someone's day then great.Anyway, I don't want to bring most of this stuff to my new job. I want to start clean. I want to bring my photos and the few items that were not gifts and leave the rest behind with people who would like it or else I'll throw it tactfully in trash on the way home.
This new job is the doorway to the field I really like (IT and telecom) and I don't want to bring the baggage that's followed me on this four-year detour away from the field and back again.
And, on a small sidetrack, it's ironic that I will now work for the department that conducts, among other things, inspections of restaurants. Ironic because my Cousin Sam is one of those inspectors, except for a neighboring county. I won't (thankfully) being doing them as I'd rather be ignorant and blissful of where I eat (she is braver than I!). Instead I'll be part of a team that helps make the inspector's job (and everyone else in EMD) easier with new and shiny technology. Or as Cousin Mikey says: teknoligee.
1 comment(s):
dewd, I saw ancient teknoligee this past weekend, computers with no concept of software based programs blow my friggen mind.
Congrats on the new surroundings!
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