Articles from Harrangue Man
theBoy and I share a word—furtle, or furtling—which means to swivel your eyeballs in a suspicious manner. It now has a larger meaning of tucking your head down to just eyeballs above the rim level and sneakily zooming along. I am officially in a new position and oldwork has forever lost their hold. My newwork is awesome and I get to do fun things as I furtle along, tweaking things here, suggesting things there.
Just over a year ago I tried something I've always wanted to try. It was a public performance piece. It ... did not go well. No, no it did not.But tonight I gave it another go and this time it went well and I did not blow goats. In fact, I fucking rocked it out. Alas, I didn't record the event, so I do not have proof of non-Goat blowing. But a friend was there and he saw it; he did!
With thanks to Talladega Nights.It's now been a couple of weeks since I joined the new team and I am humming along. The workload is thus far bearable and there's kewl things I get to do like go into the field to talk to people and even take photos. I, like Ricky, was knocked out of the workplace and it took the entire second act to get me back to the track. But back on the track I am and I am zooming along.
It happened again the other day, seat seep. It happens when there's a perfect storm of runny butt and thin-weaved PJ pants sans undies. It squished through the pants and as I got off the bike seat I could see the runny smear left in my wake. Fortunately I have discovered the perfect cleanser for seat seep; human sweat. All I had to do was take a tissue, run it over my sweat-stained balding noggin then carefully daub up the stain.
I had a job interview recently. It was the fourth interview I've had since I was officially dropped into the APS redeployment register. The interview was fine. It was almost intimate, four people in a small office and clustered around a small round table. Since I have lost the fear of lacking worth then the interview was enjoyable. I talked at length about how awesome I am and how awesome the job was that I did. I even brought samples to show them my awesome work in action.
... I am tracking along with some good and some bad. Some bad is putting weight back on. I ride an hour a day on the exercise bike but it seems to do fuck all. That or what I am doing is just retarding some of the gain. I have eaten heavier lunches that's for sure, and I've dabbled of late in pies of the fruity kind. But, since A2 cream, came out I can't but help sup from my pasty mistress. Anyway being just a little bit fatter sucks the wang.
New work is going well. There's aspects I don't like, but it's likely because I've not done those things before, but there's also elements I love and I get to do them here. That's pretty awesome that I get to return to my special type of bureaucracy of which I excel. It makes work more fun and therefore more enjoyable. And not only do the other team members have a sense of humour but so does my boss. So it's going pretty sweet for Mikey and he keeps winning. Wellness for the win.
I'm in a new place at work and so far, so good (1). It's scary to be back in the game, and it involves tangential contact with oldwork—horrid people's names said in my presence, that sort of thing. But on the whole my current team and boss seems kewl. My boss and I are around the same age and she's had an interesting life. She's also skilled in our trade and knows actual proper stuff, especially about the more formal side of our work—a skill set which I am lacking.
I know, from first read of that header you'd think it was a badly worded way of saying I am well. Which is true, I am, even though I endure every day without unceasing pain. But rather it is an actualisation of worth, a recognition that I am, in fact, really great and I am going to use that greatness to bring good things to others. You see it was recently my escapeaversary, a year has past since I had my last working day at oldwork.