I’ve survived my first (nearly) whole week of work. Granted, it was mostly filling out forms, hearing about benefits packages and retirement plans, and going to developer workshops to get synced up with various company policies and infrastructure. Not that it wasn’t interesting (it was), but I’m not a fan of how little I’ve gotten to contribute thus far. I understand it’ll take time to get caught up to speed, I’m certainly not unfamiliar with the concept, though I’d like to start actively applying myself to it. Aside from actual work, there are a few things I hope to accomplish, once the orientation presentations start to quiet down next week and I start to fall into a consistent schedule.

My first two Home Improvement Projects weren’t exactly the highest caliber works of craftsmanship. For example, putting more than two or three articles of clothing on the clothes rack caused it to bend, shake, and warp, and the rope around the bed came undone approximately once a day. So my third Home Improvement Project was setting right what I had previously done so, so wrongly. And it’s the weekend, which means that after my workout and shower, the sky was the limit as far as errand-running was concerned.

Look at that stupid thing. With its silly little drawers and its wooden frame. Pfft.

In reality, it’s just a simple four drawer dresser from Ikea, which I definitely needed because I’ve been living out of a suitcase my mother lent me, and I need to return it eventually. This project was my first two-day project, and in total took me about six hours to complete. Nothing went horribly wrong per se, it’s just that Ikea is Satan incarnate, as it turns out. As you can probably tell from my demeanor, I’ve never assembled anything from Ikea before, but I figured for something as simple as a dresser, it couldn’t be that bad.

Ok, so I have a confession: this is the first post that I’m actually typing up FromInsideTheBox. By the magic and miracles of modern technology, I’m actually able to access the internet by tethering to my cellphone. I’ve already talked about how this place is starting to feel like home, but I think calling it a dorm room, as someone said to me today, is much more appropriate. It even looks like one (see the picture above for the current state of affairs). The only differences are that it’s larger than any dorm room I’ve lived in, and I’m not sharing it with anyone, which are both pluses in my book (sorry Zach). And while I don’t have any problems with it looking like a dorm room, I do have a few plans to make it a little more “homey” in the future.

This is another post on philosophy, take that as you will.

I went out with a couple of co-workers last Friday, and naturally the conversation eventually ended up on my living situation. I’ve been continually surprised at how receptive people are to the whole concept of living in a car, normally once I explain all of my motivating factors. Mainly, I get a lot of “That’s really great! I personally could never do something like that, but power to you for going through with it!”, and that’s vaguely encouraging for me. Coupling these conversations with all of the time I have for reflection, I’ve come to realize a few things about happiness.