Day 1: Red Lights are NEVER a Good Sign

What can I say about my first day at work?

Turns out, it wasn't actually a day at work at all. My "briefing" turned into an interrogation after someone attempted to gain access to the gate room. Apparently, since I'm the new girl, (and some of my paper work was missing at the time) I was their number one suspect. If I never hear the acronym N.I.D. ever again, it'll be too soon.

Eventually, they realized that no one was actually trying to get to their precious gate; there was a being from another plane of existence in their electric system sending out all sorts of signals. The problem was taken care of within a few hours. Where was I for those few hours, you might ask? Well, I was sitting in a holding area by my lonesome having to listen to every electrical device around malfunction.

Yes, they left me there. Why? Because of the missing paper work. Try explaining to panicking men with guns that the fax machine was probably screwed up by the same entity messing with the alarms.

We're just lucky the base didn't blow.

So, anyhow, after my paperwork finally came through, I was given today off because of the whole lack-of-going-home thing yesterday. I'm expected to come in for training tonight. Dr. Jackson should be back by then.

Yeah, that's right, I show up as his assistant and he's not even there while I'm getting shouted at. I haven't even met anyone else in my department yet.

I have a sneaking suspicion that Dr. Peterson might have oversold this job.

Better luck this evening? Maybe? Please?

Big Day Tomorrow!

Ok, so I know it makes no sense to blog about my new job, since it's, you know,a matter of national security. Which would be the reason that this page is set to private. But I can't help myself. I'm just so ecstatic!

Three months ago I was an underpaid grad student working as my adviser's TA. And now look at me! How many archeology students can say that they're joining a secret organization that helps protect the planet from aliens? Seriously! And,not only is the job exciting, but I also get to work with Dr. Daniel Jackson. Yes, that's right, THE Dr. Daniel Jackson.

Sure, I sorta called the guy a crackpot the first time I read his extremely outdated paper on the origin of the pyramids. But Dr. Peterson (my adviser, btw)insisted that I look deeper into his theories. It turns out, the man's a genius!

Alright, I'll admit it. Until I actually got the job, I still thought he was bat-shit crazy (abet, genius, as stated).

I just can't wait to work with him. Imagine what I could learn.

Well, I have to wake up in four hours and get "debriefed" on the "specifics" of my position, so I should probably go to bed. As soon as I can get rid of the massive butterflies in my stomach.