On work, the real kind
So instead of repeating this to 3 people, I’ll post here.
I started my first real job. I’m counting this as my first because this is the first job that I enjoy. Enjoy is really an understatement: Aside for the long commute and below average pay, it would be the perfect job. I’m working with one other person on this project, she’s very competent and we get along well. We’re using cutting edge frameworks so learning this is very exciting. The environment is relaxed and I get to tinker with my linux system all I want (as well as others’ linux systems, since I was declared the resident system administrator).
And then there’s the free coffee. It’s somewhat puzzling though: We were told it was free, but there’s a sign that says that “coffee is 25c”. I’d love to pay the 25c, but there’s no where to pay. No bin, no box, no jar. Made me think back to the bagel man from Freakonomics (reference for hyfen).
It’s working out very well so far, I’m having a great time. Bit tired though so I’m going to go make dinner. Byes.
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Jar here. Insert 25c.