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Sep. 13th, 2004 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI didn't get to Wisconsin last weekend. As I talked to her from a position slightly west of Ann Arbor she told me that not only was she feeling ooky about the date and very worried about the structural integrity of my transportation, she also had a really bad feeling about my travelling at all this weekend. Much like when we decided against going to-- Geeze, was it Windycon? Some con in Chicago; the last one at the big purple hotel *sniffle*-- she had an instinctive feeling that it would be a really bad thing and that I would miss the first day of my new job due to car trouble or something worse would happen. In the end, I had to agree at least about the state of my car and I ended up driving back home. I got lost on the way back. The only surprising thing about that was that it was only once. And I did find an abandoned mental hospital as I was trying to get back to the highway. That made turning down the wrong road worth it.
I was very stressed about not being able to make it out. In fact, I was terribly stressed. I felt like a colossal dissapointment, especially after doing the same thing on Thanksgiving weekend last year. I was in quite a state upon arriving home but talking to mom, dad, my brothers, and, not least, Andrea helped immensley. I managed to start feeling mostly ok by the end of the day and made it to faire.
There's not a great deal to say about faire this weekend. Ginger was back and Andrea and I were kept very busy with people and there is some confusion over our pay which I have to ask her about next weekend, though I'm not losing any sleep over it. We saw more of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imandunewen which was really nice even though she ended up not crashing here, and more ofchernabog69 who we didn't have a chance to talk to much. What I really want to mention is Andrea's friends Ceilidh and Jeremy's vist to our booth. They approached me and, with the seemingly very small gesture of introducing themselves to me and making sure I knew who they were, let me experience a small piece of what it's like to be able to look at all your friends and be certain of their identities. It was a glimpse at what it's like to be able to meet friends in passing and not have to stress over not knowing who they are. Even though I had managed to figure out who they were before they talked to me their actions let me feel a rare and surprisingly strong sense of belonging and friendship and I am grateful to them. If everyone in the world had done that for me, or if I were just able to recognize people like almost everyone else, I think I would be a much more confident person.
I made plans tonight to play something online with my brothers after getting home from my first day of work. Probably either Starcraft or Final Fantasy XI. I felt really terrible not only about not being able to see them in person but also about the fact that I almost never get online and play with any of my family. They keep pointing out that this is not really my fault and that I am going to school and working full time and that they hardly expect me to try to squeeze much more into my life than that, but I still feel really bad. I am so very gad that school is over in three weeks' time. But back to my original point, I had plans to play tonight. I got home and called up my house to let them know I was ready and no one answered. I called my brother's line and it's busy. This was slightly depressing, but I'll try again after I finish writing. Maybe someone will be home.
Work was good. I think I'm realy going to enjoy working there. I was worried about my long hair, but it looks like it will be totally ok. Admittedly I have th e longest hair by a good margin of any male I saw (and possibly any female), but several men with ponytails work there including one who has six inches of shiny blond hair growing out from a very obvious black dye-job. Everyone there seems very friendly and I understand that the senior management will quite often say hello on the hall or chat for a few minutes if they're in the area. This is a really good sign, even if I'm now paranoid that I won't recognize any of them. Judging by what I've seen this appears to be a really friendly and accepting work environment. I hope the Dearborn office is the same way since I'll be working over there in a week or two.
The orientation, looked at purely from a people watching sense, was fascinating and uplifting. You know how most times when you get a few people together there will inevitably be socializing and small talk since the vast majority of people are extroverts? There were six of us in the orientation and, apart from a few short conversational exchanges, there was silence. I couldn't help but be elated at this departure from typical humanity; at having found so many fellow introverted geeks. I am among my own kind.
Particulary in one case. In a brief 'tell us about yourself' exercise, one of the other hires mentioned something about gaming. After lunch, as we both sat in the lobby, I asked whether he's a gamer. We then launched into discussions of systems and various other geek arcana. This was very cool.( It also reminded me that I need to get together withtinytroll and so something. It's been so long since I've played anything!) I think the gamer boy at work is younger than me, though I'm not sure, and so geeky and cute! Much like me he moved here (from North Carolina as I recall) to be with his fiancé and I really felt like crying or hugging him or something when, in the course of talking on break, he said that she had died in October. I wonder what happened to her.
I am going to try calling my family again. Hugs to my friends and readers!
Storm
I was very stressed about not being able to make it out. In fact, I was terribly stressed. I felt like a colossal dissapointment, especially after doing the same thing on Thanksgiving weekend last year. I was in quite a state upon arriving home but talking to mom, dad, my brothers, and, not least, Andrea helped immensley. I managed to start feeling mostly ok by the end of the day and made it to faire.
There's not a great deal to say about faire this weekend. Ginger was back and Andrea and I were kept very busy with people and there is some confusion over our pay which I have to ask her about next weekend, though I'm not losing any sleep over it. We saw more of
imandunewen which was really nice even though she ended up not crashing here, and more ofchernabog69 who we didn't have a chance to talk to much. What I really want to mention is Andrea's friends Ceilidh and Jeremy's vist to our booth. They approached me and, with the seemingly very small gesture of introducing themselves to me and making sure I knew who they were, let me experience a small piece of what it's like to be able to look at all your friends and be certain of their identities. It was a glimpse at what it's like to be able to meet friends in passing and not have to stress over not knowing who they are. Even though I had managed to figure out who they were before they talked to me their actions let me feel a rare and surprisingly strong sense of belonging and friendship and I am grateful to them. If everyone in the world had done that for me, or if I were just able to recognize people like almost everyone else, I think I would be a much more confident person.I made plans tonight to play something online with my brothers after getting home from my first day of work. Probably either Starcraft or Final Fantasy XI. I felt really terrible not only about not being able to see them in person but also about the fact that I almost never get online and play with any of my family. They keep pointing out that this is not really my fault and that I am going to school and working full time and that they hardly expect me to try to squeeze much more into my life than that, but I still feel really bad. I am so very gad that school is over in three weeks' time. But back to my original point, I had plans to play tonight. I got home and called up my house to let them know I was ready and no one answered. I called my brother's line and it's busy. This was slightly depressing, but I'll try again after I finish writing. Maybe someone will be home.
Work was good. I think I'm realy going to enjoy working there. I was worried about my long hair, but it looks like it will be totally ok. Admittedly I have th e longest hair by a good margin of any male I saw (and possibly any female), but several men with ponytails work there including one who has six inches of shiny blond hair growing out from a very obvious black dye-job. Everyone there seems very friendly and I understand that the senior management will quite often say hello on the hall or chat for a few minutes if they're in the area. This is a really good sign, even if I'm now paranoid that I won't recognize any of them. Judging by what I've seen this appears to be a really friendly and accepting work environment. I hope the Dearborn office is the same way since I'll be working over there in a week or two.
The orientation, looked at purely from a people watching sense, was fascinating and uplifting. You know how most times when you get a few people together there will inevitably be socializing and small talk since the vast majority of people are extroverts? There were six of us in the orientation and, apart from a few short conversational exchanges, there was silence. I couldn't help but be elated at this departure from typical humanity; at having found so many fellow introverted geeks. I am among my own kind.
Particulary in one case. In a brief 'tell us about yourself' exercise, one of the other hires mentioned something about gaming. After lunch, as we both sat in the lobby, I asked whether he's a gamer. We then launched into discussions of systems and various other geek arcana. This was very cool.( It also reminded me that I need to get together with
tinytroll and so something. It's been so long since I've played anything!) I think the gamer boy at work is younger than me, though I'm not sure, and so geeky and cute! Much like me he moved here (from North Carolina as I recall) to be with his fiancé and I really felt like crying or hugging him or something when, in the course of talking on break, he said that she had died in October. I wonder what happened to her.I am going to try calling my family again. Hugs to my friends and readers!
Storm
