the job

So, I thought it was about time I blogged about my new job. I am a recruiting assistant for an IT company. Basically, I schedule interviews, maintain/update our status reports and try to keep things in order for my boss. I spend most of my day sitting in the office with him, in silence, except for the phone calls and occasional instructions and questions that follow.

I learned early on that my boss is an oversharer. He has told me all sorts of random TMI. From things that are supposed to be impressive (he once punched Keifer Sutherland for trying to ride his horse... long story) and things that are kind of odd (he just had to go home and change because his shirt isn't covering his stomach).

Last week, he tried to give me month-old cookies that were a gift from one of our vendors. Without even opening the box, I put them directly in the trash and said, "These aren't good anymore. They are hard as bricks now." And he responded with, "I didn't know. I don't eat cookies."

I didn't know if it was rude of me to put the cookies in the trash right in front of his face, but at the same time, my first thought was that I didn't want him to think he was doing me a favor by giving me old cookies.

Yeah, so that's my job. One fascinating moment after the other.