"No.
They all share one."

Today was my first day in my department. Today was my first *real* day of work. It was a bit unnerving. This morning seems like weeks ago. Lots of names, lots of acronyms (they gave me a 27 page manual describing every type of imaginable acronym. It was pretty amazing though. By the end of the day, I felt like a part of the team. I've always been fairly proud of my ability to adapt to different situations (except that one time I walked into that impromptu breakdancing competition -- I felt *totally* out of place there).

As it turns out, people have been sending me mail even before I was given access to it. The first hour of the day was spent reading through about 30-odd e-mails, sorting out all the different info. My first day and I already attended four different meetings. Seems a bit counterproductive if you ask me, but I had a blast.

It looks to be a pretty amazing summer. I am so very tired. I never knew that a nine-hour shift could take so much out of me. I did read, highlight and annotate over 75 pages of backend architecture documents, but for some reason, that doesn't comfort me -- if anything, it makes me feel like even more of a wiener.

But, the most amazing thing occurred to me -- I was in one of the larger conference rooms in our building, meeting with some of the senior designers. They decided, for the sake of the two interns present, to go around and talk about what each person did. It came my turn, I looked at my boss, he gave me the "show them your shit" look and I started talking about my project plan for the summer.

"I'm going to be working with the .NET system developing a system of automated tests and determining whether it will be worthwhile to invest in the technology on a wide scale. I will also be working to revise and redesign the internal standards documents..."

then it hits me: what the fuck happened to my childhood.

No joke, I paused for a mere second and thought about running through the woods with Sean when I was 11, twigs in hand, imagining they were giant M16s, cutting through he foliage with our armor-piercing tracer bullets.

pow-pow, I snap back into it.

"based on research and some experimentation. Finally, I will be documenting my methods of attack for regression testing for both development and QA. Oh, and my name is Eric."

Weird.

Anyway, I'm tired and have 100 pages left of "The Fountainhead" -- I'm bound and determined to finish it.

I love you all. I'll try to take some pictures tomorrow.

//EDIT: I'm thinking of having new EdO tryouts, so if you're interested in posting -- leave a comment

//BLOGPLUG: ms. sarah jane cutsforth -- my favourite cyclops.

Do the interns get Glocks?

eric

Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm

Six comments

Don't point that gun at him, he's a (highly paid with stipend/signing bonus) intern.
sarah c.
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm
so last time you had "tryouts" for EdO you hooked me up, but nothing ever worked, i tried to post and nothing happened, it was wierd. so i am willing to give it another go.
phil
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm
I could post. I promise nothing worthwhile, nor do I know if I'm capable...but I would try.
Chrystal
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm
i nominate "EMILY" as an EdO poster.
Jessi
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm
that would be awesome... to bad she cant spell :(
sarah
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm
Fountainhead eh? Yes, I'm stalking you. I'm about the same way with Atlas Shrugged atm, but I left it in Spain and started a new book....guess it will just have to wait.

I feel you on the childhood thing though. I feel that way sometimes with my wife and kid, but then I realize that I can Totally live vicariously through her and I will never lose my childhood. Then I realized that I'm just completely immature and have no prospects of every becoming an adult.
Matt
Wednesday 22 June 2005 at 10:53 pm

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