lunch was it this psycho place, this piece of old new york? i don't know what to tell you. i walked into some diner & it was woah? all old fashioned & pictures & not gross, & not trying. the proprietor was this huge, huge russian dude with long hair, all the cooks were these friendly mexican guys, it was very like-- where am i? when i mean, when am i? so i walked around the flatiron building's neighborhood. who the hell knows what is going on there? i sure don't. i figure i'll glom on to some of my co-workers eating habits tomorrow, see if i can learn anything new.
after that was computer training. you laugh! but who knows how to use the intranet? or all the weird outlook features, or if the g: drive is better than the i: drive for this or that. i had a bit of a wait before the training-- the girl who was meant to do it with me never showed up-- & then i went upstairs to where i actually work. matt introduced me around a couple of floors, & i met too many people to really remember any of them. matt-- this is my new boss. he's in my cohort group in age & education. likes radiohead & plays some kind of fantasy sports game. i'll unravel him more as we go on, but i like him, & more to the point he seems to know what he's doing. we fiddled around with my computer for a bit, then bang! quittin' time.