The rumours of my demise have been.. wrong. It would be nice to make up some excuse about how I’ve been working long hours with no time to post, but that’s lying. I’ve been coming home to crash and either play Guitar Hero or watch television, for the most part. Apologies.
The good news is I’m loving the job so far. Elements of it seem odd, and I’ve never worked for such a large company with such established ways of doing business. Oddly, nobody in the entire marketing department – comprising half a floor – seems to have more than 18 months tenure, including an average of three months or so in my direct group. What that likely means is that the flow of ideas that should have taken place hasn’t, and I’m somewhat free to be creative and do things my way within reason. I’ll detail more of what goes on as time goes forward.
In other news, I present some rules of the road I’ve earned in my first 12 days of driving to and from Mississauga:
- When selecting a lane – one occupied by a truck, one by a car – pick the truck. They go faster.
- Women drive sports utility vehicles.
- Sports utility vehicles, by and large, seem occupied by people who can’t drive. Logically deduce at will.
- Starbucks will soon serve granola. I know this because I tried it. What does it have to do with driving? I ate it in my car.
- The difference between 7:30 and 7:45 is about three stops on the 410.
- The difference between 5:00 and 5:10 is about 10 minutes out of the company driveway.
- Bob McCown rules and makes the drive home entertaining, no matter what Mark says.
- I am officially the last person alive who knows the left lane is supposed to be for passing, not cruising at the speed you feel comfortable at and to he!! with everyone else.
- After 45 minutes in the car I have to pee like a racehorse. My commute is one hour each way.
That’s it for now, all true. I’m still researching whether Derringer on Q107 is, indeed, Bob McCown as I have always suspected. I’ll report back with findings.