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I got up at fish o'clock and made it to the train station in time for a 6:20 train, which I deliberately did not take- it was too early for me, really, it would've brought me into Manhattan around 7:10 or so. The 6:33 got me to Penn Station around 7:30. Getting out of Penn Station took about ten minutes, between the crowding and simply crossing the distance between train and Madison Square Garden exit. I ultimately made it to the office building by 7:50 and was admitted shortly thereafter. Yay.
The people are nice. The office is nice. The head of the company says I am supposed to be working 'nineish to fiveish' and that we're all grownups, so while there are no set hours he expects us to work like grownups and will tell us if we get out of line. They consider breakfast a perk, which translates into granola bars, fruit, and several kinds of cereal (sugar AND healthy) in the kitchen free for the taking. Lunch is from local restaurants- today was Cosi, a sandwich chain- and is paid for by the company. The network is relatively healthy at the moment but the individual computers need work, and there is much to do if this company is to be properly brought up to Sarbanes-Oxley standards. And there is the ever-present question of determining what to do about MS Exchange hosting, which is cool.
I have an Aeron chair and I have an office that I share with one other person. I face the door and I've got a window on the trading floor of the company. There are maybe thirty other people working at this place. It's great, even if they do have CNBC on all the time for the financial news. I'm happy.
I would, however, like to note that there are two little pips of weirdness. One is that I was admitted to the building by one of the traders from this company, who is red-headed, blue-eyed, and named Ron. No freckles, though, and no accent. The other... well, one of the traders has a Slavic last name and an appropriate first name, although English is his first language as far as I can tell. The thing is that the standard phone greeting is "$COMPANY_NAME, this is $FIRST_NAME." It's a trifle weird to periodically hear someone answer the phone with "$COMPANY_NAME, this is Konstantin..."
At least he's not blonde.
The people are nice. The office is nice. The head of the company says I am supposed to be working 'nineish to fiveish' and that we're all grownups, so while there are no set hours he expects us to work like grownups and will tell us if we get out of line. They consider breakfast a perk, which translates into granola bars, fruit, and several kinds of cereal (sugar AND healthy) in the kitchen free for the taking. Lunch is from local restaurants- today was Cosi, a sandwich chain- and is paid for by the company. The network is relatively healthy at the moment but the individual computers need work, and there is much to do if this company is to be properly brought up to Sarbanes-Oxley standards. And there is the ever-present question of determining what to do about MS Exchange hosting, which is cool.
I have an Aeron chair and I have an office that I share with one other person. I face the door and I've got a window on the trading floor of the company. There are maybe thirty other people working at this place. It's great, even if they do have CNBC on all the time for the financial news. I'm happy.
I would, however, like to note that there are two little pips of weirdness. One is that I was admitted to the building by one of the traders from this company, who is red-headed, blue-eyed, and named Ron. No freckles, though, and no accent. The other... well, one of the traders has a Slavic last name and an appropriate first name, although English is his first language as far as I can tell. The thing is that the standard phone greeting is "$COMPANY_NAME, this is $FIRST_NAME." It's a trifle weird to periodically hear someone answer the phone with "$COMPANY_NAME, this is Konstantin..."
At least he's not blonde.
