I Should Shave

On the eve of the dawn of a new career, I'm a little on the anxious side. There's been a lot of natural and artificial build-up and I'm of the mind to just get it going already. I'm ready to roll. The shirts have been pressed, the ties chosen, and the briefcase packed. Turn the page, already!

In picking up my suits today, we were given VIP treatment by accident. The store was quasi-opened, meaning the door was ajar and the security cage kind of opened. Apparently someone had arranged a pick-up with a salesman an hour before official opening and not knowing any better, we joined in on the fun. The salesman was plenty accommodating so if you're looking for a suit, go here: 1403 N Victory Pl., Burbank, CA 91502 or call (818) 842-2568 - Ask for Art.

Tomorrow, it appears I'll be completely benefits and new employee paperwork and the remainder of the week: on-line training. I'm sure I'll be somewhat entertained by the mundane "Common Sense" instruction I'll see this week. Clearly an organization needs to have sexual harassment and safety training because there's plenty of dopey people out there that don't know you shouldn't grope a co-worker or use a blow torch next to the diesel fuel barrels. But for the smart people, this kind of legal protection process is an exercise in the "obvious."

So it goes.

What I'm hoping is that I'm given some time, right from the start, to move into my new work space. I've got Playboy posters to hang up.