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Busted through

2004-07-22 | 5:57 p.m.

I started my job on Wednesday. I have to translate the Porch and Deck Construction Guides into Polish. Volume 1 is about 30 pages, Volumes 2A-2D are all 40 pages each. Luckily, there's a significant amount of shared material.

Now, the whole concept of the translation work is not scaring me as much as it should be (and it should be scaring me quit a bit, honestly). Why? Because I get to work DOWNTOWN. THIS, comrades, is my first major opportunity to be downtown for extended periods of time in a casual and un-rushed setting. After work I can wander around (but hell, who wants to wander around alone in the mid-afternoon hours?) or, thanks to the utterly awesome concept of the LOOP I can visit people almost anywhere! Also there are some very good food establishments and whatnot in the downtown area. You know, like all those high-class places all right next to the old average fast food joints like some sort of egalitarian food business society. It is extra good! My one complaint is that the view from my cubicle (a wall, another wall, a hallway or a window revealing an alleyway 15 stories down) is not delightful, and the lack of relevant programs to my job forces me to sit around, listen to CDs and take notes. It is slightly depressing, yes, but other than that everything is kind of good.

With this newfound freedom, I find myself at a loss, though. Where do I spend time with comrades? Do any comrades even care? ARE THEY EVEN AVAILABLE? Until plans are made, I basically feel like I have immense power at my fingertips that I have no reason to use. Maybe it's cause I'm ignorant or something. Now off to do overtime work!

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	Busted through 2004-07-22 \| 5:57 p.m. I started my job on Wednesday. I have to translate the Porch and Deck Construction Guides into Polish. Volume 1 is about 30 pages, Volumes 2A-2D are all 40 pages each. Luckily, there's a significant amount of shared material. Now, the whole concept of the translation work is not scaring me as much as it should be (and it should be scaring me quit a bit, honestly). Why? Because I get to work DOWNTOWN. THIS, comrades, is my first major opportunity to be downtown for extended periods of time in a casual and un-rushed setting. After work I can wander around (but hell, who wants to wander around alone in the mid-afternoon hours?) or, thanks to the utterly awesome concept of the LOOP I can visit people almost anywhere! Also there are some very good food establishments and whatnot in the downtown area. You know, like all those high-class places all right next to the old average fast food joints like some sort of egalitarian food business society. It is extra good! My one complaint is that the view from my cubicle (a wall, another wall, a hallway or a window revealing an alleyway 15 stories down) is not delightful, and the lack of relevant programs to my job forces me to sit around, listen to CDs and take notes. It is slightly depressing, yes, but other than that everything is kind of good. With this newfound freedom, I find myself at a loss, though. Where do I spend time with comrades? Do any comrades even care? ARE THEY EVEN AVAILABLE? Until plans are made, I basically feel like I have immense power at my fingertips that I have no reason to use. Maybe it's cause I'm ignorant or something. Now off to do overtime work! Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines