Yeah, yeah. I didn’t diatribe this week. Suck it. I’ll do it next week. My black ass has been a wee bit busy, now that I’ve been really working for a living, and not just chillin’ in an empty cube IMing all day.

(Damn, I miss IMing. It’s amazing how used you get to instant communication. Gah!)

I’ve been at Fortune 25 Company now for 3 weeks, and I gotta say, I love it here. Love. It. The people there are wonderful – smart, funny, my age, and very unique. Evidently, I’m rolling with the bad boys and girls, because in the last three weeks I have witnessed:

  • At least 47 unique instances of sexual harassment
  • No less than 29 instances of racial profiling and stereotyping
  • 52 crude jokes
  • 14 homosexual references
  • 12 inappropriate touches
  • 10 short jokes
  • 4 admissions of slight bisexuality
  • 492 curse words

This place is awesome. My kinda joint. When I was at Chinaland, I went out to lunch with coworkers exactly three times – twice with the receptionist, and once with the whole gang on the now-infamous bad company lunch. Other than that, I sat at my desk everyday, reading blogs or, or something equally anti-social. If you know me personally, you know that that ain’t me. I’ve already been out to lunch 5 or 6 times in the last 3 weeks. I’m back in my element. I’m sure fun times will ensue.

(I’m almost certain that this is the most boring blog post I’ve ever written. If you don’t like it, bite me politely just to spite me.)