I was offered some quite unexpected news today: a promotion. Oddly enough, today is also the day I chose to share with you all my work environment. Happily enough, my cubicle of shame is about to become a "real office." (Thanks to Nicole Kidman for lending her Moulin Rouge voice to that line; it has more authority than her actual line, "a real actress.") Still, it only seems apropo to share with you what I do for 9 hours every day, Monday through Friday. After today's album, I will share with you the details of my promotion, as to lend this entry an artificial sense of suspense. And now, on to:
Cub At Work
Welcome to my cubicle. This is where I labor away and suffer endlessly for a banking institution known as National Datacare Corporation. Actually, I jest: NDC is a fantastic, small company that provides resident trust fund services to long-term care centers. Or, in layman's terms, we do banking for nursing homes. My job? It's all very simple: I travel to facilities to train them to use our software; I do support over the phone for them; I compile direct deposit files to send to the US Treasury; I reconcile several million dollars worth of trust fund accounts on a monthly basis; I enter data as necessary, including expiration dates (yes, in our business, death is known as "expiration"), fund transfers, interest postings, and a million other things. Is that simple? I suppose it doesn't sound it, but I enjoy what I do and I adore the company, which I respect and in return, respects me. Sadly, I can't get the big boss to install a graphics card, so no Half-Life 2 for me at work! On the other hand, as you can see, I get a neat blue stapler, and a variety of paper clips, in three gorgeous colors: silver, gold, and green! And don't tell - but I am holding onto TWO letter openers. (Shush! I told you not to tell!)
But what fun is work if you don't get to work with cool people? Thankfully, I have the best coworkers on earth, but I have too many pictures to share today, so I will highlight just a few. This is Ann, or as one GameSpot forumite calls her, "teh hot." Ann makes me look practically undramatic and normal. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman (and NOT an Asian drag queen, as another GS forumite once surmised), and has a lot of love to give, but sometimes tends to give too much to the wrong men. In fact, if I were straight, I would probably marry her, although our personal brands of melodrama would drive us to an early grave. Notice my shirt; my coworker Tae calls me "Hamburglar" whenever I wear it, as I apparently remind him of the McDonald's mascot. I suppose it could be worse, and he could call me "Fry Guy."
So what is work without a boss? This is Betty, the slave driver that sends me home exhausted every night. Betty is a native of Hong Kong, and she shares some interesting Chinese philosophies with her husband, both of whom view their marriage as much as a business partnership as a love relationship. In fact, according to Betty, it's uncommon for people in China to tell each someone that they love them. Thus, they do not celebrate holidays and have never given each other a gift. Ever. No gifts. "Happy Valentine's Day, honey! I brought you nothing again today!" I guess as an emotional guy myself, it's hard for me to fathom a relationship in which you rarely express your feelings, but then again, Betty grew up in an entirely different culture. At NDC, I work with individuals that hail from the Phillipines, China, Vietnam, and South Korea, and I am alternately fascinated and confused by certain aspects of Eastern cultures, probably because my views of love and commitment are so very - American!
As for me, well, here I am with Rich. This has nothing to do with work, but there you go:
I'm the handsome one in the Metroid t-shirt.
So now, I am off to play a little World of Warcraft, and venture into Viewtiful Joe 2 at Viewtiful difficulty. Oh - and that promotion? I will now be venturing into IT and development. Me, a software developer? Holy s***, watch out!