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wispfoxDoes it bug anyone else when companies put 'our neighbor' in place of 'resident' on bulk mailings? I seriously doubt that you're actually my neighbor, Comcast.
I realized on the drive home that at my previous two full-time jobs, I tended to have at least one person, if not more, who I actively sought out on a regular basis for random nattering. Generally when I needed a break from my work, but sometimes just because I wanted that interaction. I don't really have that here. I have people I _could_ do that with, but I don't have anyone I feel a strong enough pull to that I actually _do_.
I was going to say that I don't have people who I ping for socialization outside of work, except that I sort of do. There are some people I knew from when I lived in Nashua, and who - now that I work with them again - I sometimes remember to ping to hang out. But, again, no one that I tend to regularly feel a desire to try to hang out with, even though I tend to immensely enjoy myself when we _do_ hang out. Not enough pull (now if only I could define that pull!).
I have to wonder how much that affects my enjoyment of the job. Except... even if, as I suspect, it has a huge impact on it, I don't think I have any way to judge that ahead of time. Indeed, at my last job, the two people who I tended to do that with (who, oddly, didn't overlap much, if at all, in terms of when they worked there) started working there _after_ I did.
Seeing birds in flight always makes me think of a well-worn memory I have of some birds whose type I cannot remember swooping around - presumably catching insects for meals - in a most playful seeming fashion. As I said then, they looked like they were teasing me and the person I was on a walk with at the time, demonstrating just how much fun it would be to be able to fly under our own power. "See?", they seem say, "It's so effortless, these loops and twists and spins we do. Sure, it's to catch our food. But it's fun, too!" There seemed to be so very much joy in their flight. It was wonderful, and this is probably part of why it's such a well-worn memory.
I like going for walks. Especially when it's pretty outside. I especially like going for walks if there's at least some amount of variety involved. This is a lot of why I really like Lowell's river walk that I used to walk regularly at my last job (and somewhat less regularly at the previous one, as I got into walking after lunch fairly late into that job). It was along the river (and sometimes - although not as part of the official walk - along canals), so there were generally lots of birds and fish to watch for, and be amused by.
The problem with taking walks where I am now is that it's boring. It's all buildings and very tall trees, too tall to see anything in. I still take them, when it's nice out, but not _nearly_ as regularly as I should, or even as I would want to. It's not a strong enough pull. And I'm much less likely to go for a walk if I have to drive somewhere to do it.
I realized on the drive home that at my previous two full-time jobs, I tended to have at least one person, if not more, who I actively sought out on a regular basis for random nattering. Generally when I needed a break from my work, but sometimes just because I wanted that interaction. I don't really have that here. I have people I _could_ do that with, but I don't have anyone I feel a strong enough pull to that I actually _do_.
I was going to say that I don't have people who I ping for socialization outside of work, except that I sort of do. There are some people I knew from when I lived in Nashua, and who - now that I work with them again - I sometimes remember to ping to hang out. But, again, no one that I tend to regularly feel a desire to try to hang out with, even though I tend to immensely enjoy myself when we _do_ hang out. Not enough pull (now if only I could define that pull!).
I have to wonder how much that affects my enjoyment of the job. Except... even if, as I suspect, it has a huge impact on it, I don't think I have any way to judge that ahead of time. Indeed, at my last job, the two people who I tended to do that with (who, oddly, didn't overlap much, if at all, in terms of when they worked there) started working there _after_ I did.
Seeing birds in flight always makes me think of a well-worn memory I have of some birds whose type I cannot remember swooping around - presumably catching insects for meals - in a most playful seeming fashion. As I said then, they looked like they were teasing me and the person I was on a walk with at the time, demonstrating just how much fun it would be to be able to fly under our own power. "See?", they seem say, "It's so effortless, these loops and twists and spins we do. Sure, it's to catch our food. But it's fun, too!" There seemed to be so very much joy in their flight. It was wonderful, and this is probably part of why it's such a well-worn memory.
I like going for walks. Especially when it's pretty outside. I especially like going for walks if there's at least some amount of variety involved. This is a lot of why I really like Lowell's river walk that I used to walk regularly at my last job (and somewhat less regularly at the previous one, as I got into walking after lunch fairly late into that job). It was along the river (and sometimes - although not as part of the official walk - along canals), so there were generally lots of birds and fish to watch for, and be amused by.
The problem with taking walks where I am now is that it's boring. It's all buildings and very tall trees, too tall to see anything in. I still take them, when it's nice out, but not _nearly_ as regularly as I should, or even as I would want to. It's not a strong enough pull. And I'm much less likely to go for a walk if I have to drive somewhere to do it.
