I survived the first day

Well, it was only half of a day, but I survived. I have email, a phone number and Cube No. 177. I cracked a really geeky joke and no one got it.

They number each cubicle and told me I was in cube No. 177. I said, oh boy, I'm just like the Borg! The two people I was talking to just looked at me like "whatever" and kept on talking. I thought it was quite clever myself.

Then, I wanted to hand my cube-mate one of the Bill Engvall signs for the following: I pulled out about a dozen little penguin things from a squishie given to me my LabKat to a penguin coffee cup I got for Christmas from my son. She looks at me and says "Do you like penguins?"

Here's your sign.

I got my first tour of part of the international terminal at the airport. It is going to be frigging huge. I was quite the hit at the construction site. Something about construction workers seeing any sort of female sends them into a glazed over stare. Wow.Look.Woman.Boobs.Must.Stop.Working.Look.

My boss warned me, but I told him I like it. No one else ever looks at me anymore except my 10-year-old who is discovering the joy of boobs and that is just sick. Army of Dad is too distracted lately to pay attention. He's exhausted from working 60+ hours a week and soccer is about to start, so we'll get no time together. Such is the life of young busy suburban parents, I suppose.

Borg. Penguins. Airports. *sigh* A steady paycheck will be so nice.