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So my current job is kind of meh. I like the work just fine, but I'm having difficulty integrating with the office culture. However, today took a turn for the better. Why? Well first off, I discovered that one of the customer service reps is a science fiction fan, and her and another CSR talked to me about things that weren't work. And second, there was fuzziness! First, when I arrived, a gorgeous, friendly dog was roaming the office. She was a irish setter/lab mix (or something along those lines). Then, another co-worker brought around her bunny, a lop with huge, fuzzy feet that stuck up before her as she held him. And then! Just when it couldn't get any cuter! There was a kitten! A super young one in that state where they just sort of tremble all the time. Someone put it on a desk, and it batted around a highlighter.
Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Now, I sometimes have trouble relating to my new co-workers. They're not very conversational, and my quirkier attempts to bond fall flat. (Like my fascination with numbers. Nobody else cares that when we hit job number 24444, we're all gonna die.*) But they do like their animals. All the pictures on the wall are either kids or pets.** But if that means I get to play with kittens and bunnies on the job, I'll take it.

*I was so spoiled by working with my old co-worker Ryan, who is even weirder than me. Every now and then, I'd catch him walking around stiff-legged, pretending he didn't have knees.

**The exception is the aforementioned science fiction fan, who has a shrine to Hello Kitty in her cubicle.

Comments

[spencimusprime.livejournal.com]

That sucks. I had a job that should have been a ton of fun in a special ed department a few years ago that was the same way--my personality just didn't click with anyone. Except the kids. We bonded over Sesame Street.

Keep at it! You will find the people who you can stand more than others.

[hoorayiwake.livejournal.com]

I'm all about the fuzziness. I hope it makes the office environment more live-able!

Your no-kneed ex-coworker just reminded me of a housemate we had one year in Bellingham, who would occasionally pretend that her legs were broken and thus had to drag herself around the house (or at least up the stairs) using just her arms. I never quite understood, but it was hilarious. :)