Filters of the Mind

Hello everyone!

I come to you from my wee little cubicle on the edge of Scarborough. And in case you think I am not doing work - that is false. My video is rendering. And if you don't know what that means...look it up.

So, the office I work in, falls a little on the side of being conservative. Though, there are no doubt wildcards. But in the name of office unity, we all put on the facade of being "conservative". Some perhaps more than others...

But alas, through this new office environment, I have learned more than ever that I must really think before speaking. My filter is on high alert when I enter the doors of my office. I am careful what I say, what I talk about and I learn to close my mouth when taboo subjects come up. It is like a brand new me!

Though, I must say, as much as most are quite conservative, these are the loveliest people I have ever worked with. Even though, I may not talk about Bachelor Pad (which I have yet to decide whether to watch or not... you may advise if you like...), I can still find many other worthy conversation topics. Probably better than Bachelor Pad. In fact, most definitely.

But alas, my filter is on most securely between the hours of 8:30-5:00pm, except for short periods of time when I speak to certain individuals. You know who you are.

"I Believe You Have My Stapler?"

Hello all!

My apologies for the long wait. But lots has happened since the last post. First of all, I got a job! It is my first time into the culture of the office.

So, I have watched "The Office" since the beginning but nothing could have prepared for the life of working in an office. I have been conditioned to factory/warehouse life for so long that its hard to adjust to office life.

Let me explain - in factories and warehouses you have the same break and lunch everyday. There is no flexibility in this whatsoever. In an office, I can take a break whenever I want and lunch whenever I want. So weird.

And then there is the whole concept of always being busy. I had to curb my all consuming fear that my supervisor would walk by and "catch" me talking to somebody for 1 minute. In one factory I worked at, you could not talk or listen to the radio. It was like boot camp. So, now I can relax and talk for a bit with my co-workers and not worry that I will get my head cut off if I do.

And finally, another big difference is the lack of a broom in my hand. Whenever I had nothing really to do, the rule of thumb was to pick up a broom and sweep. Perhaps the cleaner in the office might appreciate me not curbing that tendency.

I am sure I will have more stories about working in an office but for now, this is my intro to the office culture.

Question - I will give you an invisible handshake if you can tell me where that quote is from for my blog title.