gah... the weeks grind by at the big scary biotech company. My cubicle is too cold, and the window makes a haunted whistling sound. The smell of tar from a nearby construction project makes it seems like we are somewhere in Dante's Inferno instead of near the marshes by SFO.
Nobody I work with has any social skills at all. Their all programmers and bio-scientists, about half from southeast asia and half stateside. They are all bunch of super-smart shoegazers. Prolly have an intense internal life going on...but on the outside its dullsville, daddy-O.
The only person remotley interesting is this worman who comes in wearing an armored motorcycle jacket. She has a speech impediment and I can barely understand a word she's saying.
Nobody I work with has any social skills at all. Their all programmers and bio-scientists, about half from southeast asia and half stateside. They are all bunch of super-smart shoegazers. Prolly have an intense internal life going on...but on the outside its dullsville, daddy-O.
The only person remotley interesting is this worman who comes in wearing an armored motorcycle jacket. She has a speech impediment and I can barely understand a word she's saying.
ryguy:
sounds fabulous, at least you're warm right now.