16/6 A strange feeling of being alone in a city /that never sleeps/you do not know/that is unknown...
Second day in NY, first day at Sony. I´m a bit early, it was much faster to go by the subway when you knew how to. So I have taken a seat in the so called Sky Lobby. Here there is a security check where you are to present a photo id to get past the two suited guardsmen. And of course a very pleasant receptionist who scanned my business card and took my picture before he called Laurie and found out that she wasn´t there yet. That I told him that I was early did not mean anything to him until he noticed that she was not at her desk. Any way, it is no problem at all. It gives me time to write my first thoughts. Although I can not help noticing how some people just don´t listen. And with some people I would have to mean most of the population of humans.
There is a lot of people passing through the Sky lobby on this Thursday morning. The guardsmen are kidding around with people and being very friendly. I would like to see whet happens if someone tries to slip by without the id. Should I try? Of course not. Looking at the people passing by it seems any clothes are good. I´ll be in t-shirt tomorrow.
Everyone seems to be on such familiar basis, you would almost think that you are in the Cosby-show some such super friendly TV-series.
Ok so what happened yesterday? After landing I was admitted into the states after a digital fingerprint scan. It took maybe 30 minutes of queuing. Then I was told that I could not buy any phone or sim card at the airport which to me looks like such a business opportunity?!
I managed to get to the first apartment and I found it agreeable. So I decided to take it, but I had some problems getting enough cash so it took some time and before I was done with that and had made my way to the Sony building the clock had passed five. Somehow everything moved in slow motion yesterday. Maybe just jet lag?
After scouting the location, and buying a severely more expensive tube-card than stated by people I asked I had all the cash I needed to pay for security and my first half month rent.
After that I had the experience of trying to go shopping for food. I was really disappointed and I can clearly see why there is an obesity problem in this country. Most of the foodstuffs that you can buy in normal every street stores are processed, and by processed I mean to the point where only the microwave can make the food appear in a eatable state. And the sugar-coating of things... I did not do the math myself but judging from the colourful packages my appraisal, take out of thin air is that about 30% of everything eatable in that store was sugar. It seems like it will be hard to find good food here, or at least in my neighbourhood.
Now the guards are kissing another female guard with orange hair and an ill fitting suit. She was big that woman, but still there has to be someone in this city who can sew a good suit for her?
It seems that there are some people here who can not get in before someone vouch for them. They sit here opposite me and wait for something. I hope that I will not have to sit here tomorrow like them. But we will see. The time is now ten and I should be picked up any minute now. The telephone of the reception sounds like the one CTU in 24 has, but not exactly, it is probably not a coincident, but rather a normal sound for office phones here.
Will I also be doing high fives with the guards in a couple of weeks? It seems a little forced: are they really such good buddies? Do they go to BBQ-parties together, play softball or do some sailing? Maybe they went to the same school and... no. They see each other everyday and maybe just maybe they even know each others last name. That is the extent of it. Time is now five minutes or even six minutes past ten and people are still pouring in. I guess this place is not strict on the work hours. And starting at ten! Then you can take a jog in the morning or commute from really far away. Now we are 7 people sitting in the waiting area and another five or so at the reception. Many visitors... But I understand that this is a big workplace.
Intressant läsning, men om de börjar 10, slutar de 19 då eller?
SvaraRaderaSå är det rätt ofta. Jag har 37,5 timmars vecka så jag jobbar till 18-18:30-19 beroende på när jag börjar och hur lång lunch jag tar.
SvaraRadera