It’s always Saturday morning when I feel like finding out how people are doing. Saturdays are the only time that I don’t feel rushed to be doing something, so I can take my time and read what people have to say. The thing is, finding out how people are doing simply consists of checking my blogroll, and no one ever updates on Saturday mornings. It’s not a very good system. I end up browsing though other peoples blogrolls until I find one that’s interesting, and that’s generally how my blogroll gets bigger.
I had a spot reserved on a campsite at Bon Echo for the three days, but opted out to work on a few small projects and errands, and take it easy. I haven’t had a weekend to myself in too long.
I’m learning more things at work than I had ever imagined was possible. Now I understand things like the importance of making a budget, the loopholes to look out for on a lease, the difference between writing an asset off as an expense or depreciating it, or even something like the economic factors considered in setting monthly goals. There are also general work things I never knew about, like how to deal with salesmen, how to leave messages, what’s considered a good health plan, government regulations vs. union regulations, etc. I’ve even had to learn how to be a print production coordinator for marketing/PR materials. Then on top of all of this, I’m learning about the entire esoteric dental industry, from the personalities of dentists and denturists to the manufacturing process of everything from crowns to cast partial dentures to hawley retainers, just so I can understand the target audience and understand what I’m marketing.
Every so often I’ll read a confession on grouphug.us that will make me think of one of my friends, as if he or she may have been the one to write the it. And even more rarely, I’ll read one that makes me think that I wrote it, even though I know I didn’t, and this is one of them:
270642834: i wear my retainer, even when i don’t have to, cuz it makes me feel nerdy, and nerds turn me on.
My boss walked in to my office the other day and introduced me to the newest hire, a tech who also happens to be a very competent artist. The man tells me that he occasionally sees me on the bus in the morning, so I ask him if he’s sure that it’s me and not some other Asian guy. He tells me with no hesitation, as if he’d been waiting for me to ask him this question, that it was my hair that gave me away.