I really love my job these days.
I'm in the best group ever. Six women. And seriously? I'm RUINED for working anywhere else.
Daily topics of conversation include:
My co-worker's bra (it has skulls on it)
The really cute deer outside our window
Bras AND underwear
A bag of dicks
Some of the stupid people we work with
Some use of the word "anal"
We're a fun crowd. Really.
And we LOVE each other. It's RIDICULOUS how much we love each other. If one of is off for a few days? We all hug when they get back. Some days? We just hug. JUST BECAUSE. Every day we compliment one another. "I love your hair!" "I love those pants!" "You look so good today!" Okay, every now and then when one of our co-workers says, "My stomach is so huge" we all say, "GAH! Co-worker! You skinny bitch!" because she totally weighs like 90 pounds and her entire body is the size of my right thigh. But we say it with LOVE.
I know it sounds like it would be a big old estrogen-fest, but I promise it's totally not. We all get along. We all genuinely like one another. None of them have stabbed me when I insert my own name into song lyrics and sing them loudly in the office (lately? It's been Michael Jackson tunes. Dirty Steph-ANNA! NAH! and Steffus Jean is NOT MY LOVAH!). I want to stab MYSELF sometimes, I'm so annoying. And they love me! Or they are good pretenders. But I think they actually love me AND my stupid and lame songs.
And the best part? We all work really well together. We each have our own tasks and we all work together to get everything done. When our boss is in crisis mode, we all step up and say, "What do you need?" If someone is struggling we say, "What can we do to help you get this done?" or "Let me do this for you".
It's amazing. I'm really, really blessed.
But we need more help.
So my boss interviewed someone today. And she asked us to write out some interview questions for the person.
She wasn't crazy about mine.
I believe she said, "STEPHANIE! I cannot ask someone 'Are you offended when people talk about a bag of dicks?' or 'Do you mind working with individiuals who are CRIMINALLY INSANE, NO REALLY I'M NOT KIDDING'."
Because, you know, the girl had a great resume. I have no doubt that she'll be able to do the actual WORK.
But can she get along with us? Can she hang with a group of six rowdy women?
That's what is scary. And I'm sure it's scary for her too. Because it's always hard to walk into a group that's already established. Even if they don't talk about any part of anyone's anatomy ALL DAY LONG.