On the Job

So I started my job recently. Okay so it was yesterday. So far so good. Except for a few things. I am assuming I am not the only person this has happened to, twice, but when you begin a new job you are typically given someone else's old desk/cube/area (as I prefer to call it). and it generally needs some tiddying up. Upon my arrival yesterday, I was introduced to my team and my area. Since I am new and this is a government job, it will take some time for me to have "access" to the programs I will be using so I am basically constructively killing time until then. My team is great and I'm certain this will be a great job!

A few weird things did occur on day one, however.

Since I really have nothing to do, I was told to do some "housekeeping." You know, get my area in order and what not. Boss tells me, "whatever you don't want, just put in that empty cube over there." So here begins my cleaning. My area is much bigger than the area I occupied at Bill's. I even have the actual cube material on the "walls" so I can pin things up and such. Bill didn't allow anything on the wall which sort of made for a dismal looking area. Any who, I discovered a few things I didn't need and just before I walked them over to the empty cube, I took a closer look at the CD-Rom I was about to toss to make sure I didn't need it. Title: Girls Gone Wild.... Bible Edition. Excuse me? Is this for real? Not looking much closer, I speed walk this CD-Rom/DVD over to the empty cube and hope it is what it says and my finger prints aren't traced back to some kind of corrupt watching of porn here at Tennessee Valley Authority. Whew.

After that scare, it was off to be fingerprinted (probably so they can trace me to Girls Gone Wild.... Bible Edition.) My coworker drove me over to the TVA Police station and Officer Billings greeted me. Then he asked me if I had any tattoos. Random. Just met the coworker here with me and now we're getting a bit personal. I say yes, unfortunately, I have a tattoo. Coworker chuckles in a they-totally-didn't-ask-me-that-question-I-feel-like-I-should-leave-the-room kind of way. Then Officer Creeper asks me where the tattoo is located. Part of me wanted to make up something ridiculous like having a spider web on both knee caps or something but I answered and carried on. Coworker then proceeds to come back and tell my whole team about the question (and of course I am the only one that got that question). The way he described it made me sound as if I were a walking billboard for tattoo artists around the world. He clarified and I am no longer thought of as a devil child. In fact, I think they even like me. After his revelation I felt the need to disclose the Girls Gone Wild.... Bible Edition. Lucky for me, they knew just who it belonged to.

The new career looks promising even after the odd first day. Bright side----- LONG WEEKEND AHEAD!