A day in the life of an Architect

Hurried into the office a shadow before 10:00 in nervous anticipation what lay ahead on my first day. All the worker bees seem to be color coordinated in gray and black, another architectural urban legend come true, and the place seemed crammed for space which usually means business is good. Thankfully they were expecting my arrival so did not have to make awkward explainations. Dove straight into paperwork and was later summoned to be introduced to the crew who studiously looked up and acknowledged me (some even made pleasant conversation). The average age in the office is about 35 and I think consequently seems to be a nice vibe about the place. Not a suprise to know that they have not allocated me a space nor found a computer, predictable for most first-day experiences. The main architectural tool used is Vector Works and not AutoCad of course all in german! As if that was not enough, no Windows PCs but everyone seems to be using Macs though this one is a pleasant suprise. Lunch was quick affair, gobbled down more than I wanted which included some disgusting potato salad, the company was pleasant though. Post lunch session included an attempt to learn Vector works from an 18 year old, understanding my first project which is for a well known transportation company opening a new facility in Edinburgh, reading some documentation and figuring what tax class I will belong to now that I am going to be working. Left at 6, the first to leave the office, figured I could leave early being my first day. My boss seems cool but overworked, told him I will be in late tommorow upon which he went onto explain that it does not matter when you come when you go. I translate that as take as many winks as you want but please finish work on time. Came back home, bunked Yoga, irritated the spouse and finally decided to eat out. Started with Thai but could not get a spot to eat at, moved to Vietnamese but decided that was not spicy enough so settled on Chinese(fish in blackbean sauce). Winged about work some more while we eloquently mangled our food. Went later with a friend for drinks at a place called Nektar which used to be an old beer cellar. Parked our coats and went into the nearest room and got some wine only to find later that we just gate crashed a private party. Shamelessly continued drinking and enjoyed the festivities which included men (I think) regaled in Mardi Gras finery entertained the guests and some live music. 2 glasses of wine later, a husband with a swollen jaw in tow we headed back to the tram stop to head back to mi casa. - Regurgitated by Ranjith Cherickel