The Cubicle Life

Hello loyal readers. I have not posted in weeks because I have been settling into my new job as a cubicle jockey. I’m now working as a Technical Writer/Documentation Specialist for Dovel Technologies, Inc. in McLean, Virginia. That’s right, someone was finally willing to take a risk on me, and I got my first post-education job, which I’m told is the hard part. Although, my title is somewhat deceiving, as I actually do very little writing in this position.

I’m still adjusting to corporate culture in the private sector, as it is much less relaxed than the academic world I came from. Right now I’m wearing a dress, blazer, and pantyhose (I hate the word “panty”) with an identification badge hanging from my neck. The break room has horrible coffee and Dilbert comic strips taped to the cabinets. Most of my job involves taking meeting minutes, meaning I’m involved with various meetings that don’t even affect me throughout the week. Out of the 24 meetings (currently) scheduled on my project this week, I will be attending 14. I know lots of you probably have similar schedules, but I am the one responsible for recording everything.

Most of my office mates seem to either skip lunch or go out to eat. Many of them have commented on the fact that I bring my own food to work. I also bring my own lattes out of necessity (I literally spit out the break room coffee after I took a sip). I’m usually one of the first people in the office every day, arriving between 7:30 and 8 a.m.; that means I also leave by 3:30 or 4 p.m. every day. For both the morning and evening commute, I narrowly avoid the worst of rush hour on the D.C. Beltway.

My back hurts from sitting in a chair that was not designed with humans in mind. In fact I’m not sure for whom this chair was designed, but the answer is certainly not short people. I have gone from using Outlook and Internet Explorer on a “never” basis to a daily basis. Most of the emails I receive are not relevant to me at all; I also make sure to send emails to people when the topic is not relevant to them, just to keep things fair. I assume that’s how I end up on these email threads in the first place.

There, now that I have gotten the “my new job” post out of the way, I can go back to posting fun stuff again. Thanks for sticking around!