Protagonista
My new word of the week — has a much more guerilla warfare sound than simply "hero" or "protagonist". Everyone sounds like a rebel when he/she has a Spanish title, I think.
Goodbye Sandinista, hello Protagonista.
Soy no "Mighty Mouse" — soy "Ratón Poderoso, el Protagonista!" Yup, I like it.
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Silliness aside, jesus, what a week or two or three.
I left for vacation from one office building and returned a week later to have moved back to the Infomart, downtown. Not to mention, we in IT are in the process of being sold, essentially, to another company as an outsource maneuver. It's very strange. We're staying in the same office suite we just moved to, keeping all the same people and our same computers and so on — just a different person signing the paychecks, a new HR policy, and, ideally, a slightly improved corporate culture.
All this week people ask me where I work, and I just look at them blankly, because I'm not too sure myself.
Regardless, I'm glad to be back in my year-ago shoebox cube, for some reason.
Even though I'm about 3 feet away from all my cube neighbors, and the walls are ultra thin, and the overhead lights are bright enough to give me a sunburn (even when half the fluorescent bulbs are unplugged), and the entire floor waves up and down anytime anyone walks down the aisle, and we only have two little meeting rooms which are always taken by someone else, and . . . well, you get the idea — but in spite of all that, it still feels kind of like home.
And, in a few short weeks, if I can feel like home but all of a sudden get 35 paid days off a year, then, you know, like, wow — where do I sign up?
Goodbye Sandinista, hello Protagonista.
Soy no "Mighty Mouse" — soy "Ratón Poderoso, el Protagonista!" Yup, I like it.
* * *
Silliness aside, jesus, what a week or two or three.
I left for vacation from one office building and returned a week later to have moved back to the Infomart, downtown. Not to mention, we in IT are in the process of being sold, essentially, to another company as an outsource maneuver. It's very strange. We're staying in the same office suite we just moved to, keeping all the same people and our same computers and so on — just a different person signing the paychecks, a new HR policy, and, ideally, a slightly improved corporate culture.
All this week people ask me where I work, and I just look at them blankly, because I'm not too sure myself.
Regardless, I'm glad to be back in my year-ago shoebox cube, for some reason.
Even though I'm about 3 feet away from all my cube neighbors, and the walls are ultra thin, and the overhead lights are bright enough to give me a sunburn (even when half the fluorescent bulbs are unplugged), and the entire floor waves up and down anytime anyone walks down the aisle, and we only have two little meeting rooms which are always taken by someone else, and . . . well, you get the idea — but in spite of all that, it still feels kind of like home.
And, in a few short weeks, if I can feel like home but all of a sudden get 35 paid days off a year, then, you know, like, wow — where do I sign up?