11:04 a.m. Today is my first day of work at the MEO. Before I walked in the office this morning I felt butterflies in my stomach like it was my first day of school. But as soon as I walked in I heard the Chief ME cursing hitting something (computer?). I smiled. The office manager, who appears to go through life with a permanant smile pasted on her face, walked me back to the Chief's office and told her I was here for my first day. The Chief was fiddling with something under her desk and looked up briefly with a scowl on her face before poking her head back under the desk and letting loose with a string of profanity that would make a sailor blush. Okay then. The office manager indicated that the Chief was maybe a bit busy and we'd chat later. It was pretty funny.
Two things of note:
First, the ME drops the f-bomb a LOT. She said it exactly 12 times in the first 5 minutes I was in her presence. You almost have to TRY to say it that much.
Second, I got my ID picture taken a few minutes ago and it makes me look like an exotic dancer disguised to look respectable. When the tech at the personnel office showed me the picture before printing the card I complained that each of my breasts looked as big as my head and could I get a new picture? The tech said no and, anyway, "...what's wrong with that?"