Dear Diary,
I want my Mojo back!
It's been a few short weeks since I started my new job and I have no inspiration to blog. I have nothing to talk about.
I mean - come on! - everyone on the team is so nice.
Yes, I know I'm still in the honeymoon period, but seriously, there isn't one person I don't like.
We have none - count them: none! - of the usual suspects.
We don't have a Mr Step-On-Your-Head who tries to take over every meeting, take credit for work other people do, or take over the coolest projects.
We don't have a Dead Wood Guy, who is a complete waste of space, has been doing what he does for years, doesn't want to change or improve or think, likes his simple life and is gone by 4pm every day.
We don't have a Chatty Cathy Time Warp, who comes over to your desk, asks inane questions and somehow manages to take up 30 minutes of your time discussing absolutely nothing.
We don't have a Preggie Peggy, clomping around, sitting down slowly and getting up while panting, touting her ultrasounds and interrupting meetings to say her baby is kicking.
We don't even have a Sneaky Suck-up, who talks a lot without saying anything and repeats whatever the boss has said when asked for his opinion.
Crap.
I hate having nothing to complain about...