1st day: Pt 2

Last time on Raging Kraut-

Our fearless hero has somehow warped himself back in time to an accounting office of the early 1990s, complete with the clackity-clack of tractor-feed printers spewing out several trees worth of paper at all times of the day.

It's lunch at Jack Astor's (Ontario chain restaurant) and my boss can't stop yapping. It's not like I'm trying to stop her at this point. That would be futile. And not as entertaining.

I now know who has cancer, who's incompetent, who hates who, who slept with the boss, etc. etc.

It's an amazing display of a complete lack of professionalism! And my beliefs regarding smaller companies and the pointless turf wars that go on there has just been confirmed.

God, this'll be entertaining.

And my boss is paying for lunch. The private sector is so very cool!

The rest of the afternoon was more of the same. All in all, I'm not completely sure I fit here yet.

I'd be worried if I felt too comfortable...