Between a rock and a hard place
My boss scolded me for not doing my job, which is ok. I’m not even sure what exactly my job is.
To do what I do, I need the help of two more senior guys at work, because without them, I have no direction. Too bad they don’t work Fridays, which pretty much means my productivity drops. I guess I will keep making friends with the Russians. I think I’m making progress. Boo yeah.
Oh, and apparently I work in IT. That’s what my badge says. I never thought I’d be working in IT.
Posted on Thursday October 7th
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
