Working for the Man

As you know (because I bitch about it endlessly) I had to go back to work in an actual office. Working in an office is very, very different than working from home. For one thing I'm dressed.

What short shorts and a tank top aren't proper work attire? But why not?

Every night this week I've sat in front of the computer and thought- I need to blog about my day. Then my hands flop around endlessly like two fish and I take to my bed. Yes, I've suddenly become an 18th century Victorian heroine apparently. Why is it working outside the home so exhausting? I only work eight hours at the office. Plus I get an actual lunch break! At home it isn't uncommon to log-in ten, twelve hours on actual work plus the puttering (all the things you do to avoid work- the laundry that suddenly must be started right now, etc.) Yet I can still party it up with my homies every evening. This week- wiped out.

Work 
I'll post about the actual job tomorrow. Mainly because I've left all my notes at work. I've been writing stuff down as it happens. Well, in between playing the Corporate Lingo game and you know, working.

Corporate Lingo game- I know most of you are familar but for the uninitiated...higher ups make up a language all of their own to make themselves sound important. Then Joe from cubicle two wants to be in the in-crowd so he starts to use the word. Pretty soon the whole company is throwing around this word as though it actually means something. In the two years I've been out of the office they've created a whole new lingo. For example Whiteboard. Now to you whiteboard is that thing you let your children write all over while you're trying to get something done. In corporate America-

To whiteboard- to draw out an idea.
Whiteboarding- to share your ideas via a drawing.

I'm out of the loop. I've been making notes to myself,  a normal person to pretentious idiots dictionary. Plus I get a jelly bean whenever the word is used in my hearing distance. I'm up to 25. Yeah me!

Working for the Man