Today marked two complete work-weeks of working in Newark.
I've finally got my route to work down--and sadly am showing up WAY too early some days depending on the manic traffic patterns.
Ugh. This is the worst--when you can see the light half a mile ahead turn green but you don't move.
Even worse is getting stuck behind a bus that's stuck waiting for the Light Rail to pass.
I'm still trying to work out a lunchtime groove. I used to sit and knit in my car. I tried knitting in the lunchroom but a.) I got sick of everyone making a comment about it when they'd walk in to grab something from the kitchen and b.) I like getting out of the office even if it is just to my car. I like my alone time.
I have been out exploring (on foot) though.
On Thursday I brought my camera.
I love the juxtaposition of everything. On one side you have old abandoned buildings.
And up a block you've got church spires and the museum.
Of course you have to have your requisite "green space" too.
This is a nice park--but no benches. Probably to prevent loitering, which is a shame, I'd love to come out and knit here at lunch--maybe even in the winter. Why not?
Overall I really dig what I've seen of Newark. It's like being in New York City-Lite (from what I've seen of New York City!)
The new office itself is also pretty cushy. Much, much bigger than Livingston with lots of room to grow. They're still working on finishing some of the conference rooms and glamming up the lobby with overpriced fixins that you see at every attorney's office, but it will look good when it's done.
My cube has lots of under the desk box storage (hee hee which we're not supposed to do, but screw it!) and many other niceties.
The only thing that's driving me nuts is Chatty Cathy my cube mate. For some reason there are only four of us secretaries in the office that share cubes, and lucky me, I'm one of the four. The other two girls have a large gap between them so they've got nice personal bubbles.
But not my desk. It's not super-tight but she's right there next to me at all times.
And she's always talking.
She's a really nice lady, don't get me wrong, but in two weeks she has shared with me through her incessant chatter more personal details that I think I've even shared with my husband. The man I share carnal liaisons with!
* She's been married since 1976
* She was born in 1954
* She has two kids--one is a cop one is a teacher on a year-long maternity leave
* She goes grocery shopping every Friday night
* Cough syrup makes her super drowsy and I think she's developing an addiction--she's been joking about the past week using it to get to sleep. I haven't heard her cough once all week (after coming down with a cold over the last weekend)
* Her daughter weighed 211 pounds when she was pregnant
* Her daughter now wears a size 4
* Her daughter was born in February 1978
* Her husband pays $4 a week for his health insurance policy
Oh the list goes on and on. My boss even reported that he saw her pass by his office in the hall talking to herself.
Today it really got to me. Most days I let it roll off. I'm hoping I'll learn to adapt like I learned to adapt to the yelling and berating that I used to have to hear Attorney DK dole out sitting so close to his office in Livingston. The first two weeks I remember being stressed just listening to it. But then I learned to tune it out.
Here's hoping I can do the same with Chatty Cathy!
I'll give you a hint--I work VERY close to one of the buildings, but it's not pictured here!
Labels: New Jersey, Work