Woke up not feeling very rested and with a slight stomach ache. Considering I took an Ambien last night, it's quite possible I was sleep eating. Ooh, that reminds me I have soy ice cream sandwiches in my freezer. Speaking of non-dairy items, it was my third day at the new job, which shouldn't have much to do with dairy, except for my cubicle was intruded upon by a woman whom I'm pretty sure never introduced herself, but instead placed a list on my desk with food items and names next to those items. What'd she want that is related to non-vegan foodstuffs? Well, apparently tomorrow is one of my new-and-now-former coworker's last day and we are celebrating/grieving by having a potluck. Of course, all of the easy stuff was taken care of already, which left an empty spot for my name next to "potato salad." So, after I explained I was vegan and would not be partaking in the hamburgers, and probably not the veggie ones "Jen" is bringing either 'cause chances are they're not vegan, not to mention the buns will have to be inspected and blah blah blah, this lady was still in my cubicle pondering where to put my name. "Can you bring tomatoes?" she asked, sounding a little more demanding than inquisitive, and as I replied with a small "Yes" she wrote my name in next to someone else's on the tomato line and, wrinkling up her nose said, "I guess both of us can bring tomatoes..." I should've kept my mouth shut after that, or said what I was thinking, which was, "Why don't you bring the fucking potato salad!" but instead I said, "I guess I could bring pasta salad or something, but I'm not a very good cook." She assured me it would be easy, told me to bring my own hamburgers, and disappeared.
On the bright side, I'll finally get to check out the people who belong to the voices I hear in the cubicles around me and see if there's any company crush material. I know it's a little strange, but I haven't even seen 95% of the people I work with. Well, not "with" really, I work very much alone with the occasional instant message sent to my supervisor about what to do if blah blah blah boring. Anyway, they didn't have any room over in marketing for my cubicle, so I'm by all the customer service peeps, and I have no idea why they set it up this way, but the area is basically one giant cubicle with seven foot sides. I don't know what the inner-cubicles look like, as mine is on the outside and I can't look over the walls. All I know is that "Brianna" and "Lauren" sigh a lot and the incoming calls must be nice people 'cause no one ever cries like at Convergys.
On the bright side, I listened to music all day today and have a new favorite Pandora station. Also, the bathroom is really clean all the time, so clean, in fact, that I've even been sitting on the toilet with those paper covers. For those of you who find that odd to say, I should explain that I never EVER sit on a toilet that is not my own, even when seat covers are available. I've pretty much perfected the squat. Which reminds me, alliteration: my vocabulary revolves around it as of late. In case you're still unclear about what I do, as a copywriter... ahem, copywriter intern (it's just an excuse to pay me less for three months)... I'm given a list of products at the beginning of the week. My task is to find those products online, write a description, copy and paste the ingredients and size, upload the picture, copy and paste all that info onto the product page, and make it live. These products go on one of three skin care/costmetics websites that the company owns. For example, I put this up yesterday: http://apothica.com/Stila-Cosmetics-Lip-Glaze-Set---Blissful.html. Yep, I wrote all that cheesy shit. My first day I started writing down useful words and phrases with the help of the thesaurus 'cause they want me to come up with a different opening line for every product, even if it's just a different color. It seems a lot of copywriters completely make up words, too. I tried that today for an anti-aging serum... "Youthanize your skin!" Yeeeahh... Gotta be careful with that.
Anyway, the job's not that bad, everyone is really nice and laid back, I get to dress up a little more than I usually do, and no one's breathing down my neck. So, other than the fact I have to stare at a computer for 8 hours (which apparently doesn't bother me much 'cause look where I am now...) and write boring stuff that feeds off people's insecurities, I have nothing to complain about.
Here are some pictures of cubicles:
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