In Good Company
So I'm all set up in my new office in the penthouse suite now, and it looks a little something like this (huge file and poor contrast/sharpening upon clicking due to the fact that I'm lazy and Can't Be Bothered):
In addition to being two floors higher, surrounded by baby blue walls, and the envy of all my coworkers, I am also sharing my space with the lovely Lo, who just happens to have black hair and black clothes and big black boots and be a kickass designer and the bassist in a real honest-to-goodness rock band. That's right--that makes her cooler than you.
This is the first time I've shared an office with someone since last spring, and now I'm hyperconscious of all the little things I do, hoping that I'm not going to be That Annoying Officemate You Want to Squeeze Around the Neck Until She Can't Breathe Anymore. For instance, this morning I can't stop snapping my gum really loudly. Like firecracker loudly. Happy Year of the Rooster, everybody. I don't think I've ever done such wanton gum snapping before. At least I don't remember doing it. But today, for some reason, without even thinking, type type type type type SNAP. And then I'm horrified, thinking, "We're only three days in and Rockstar Lo must think I'm the most annoying roomie ever."
And that's not even taking into account all the laughing and sighing and growling and crying I do at my computer all day long. Methinks I need to turn down the Spazometer a couple notches to be safe.
Growling?
"Grrr!" and "Rawr!"
And also "Baaaa."
Working in what we'll call a "newsroom" at what is "a small newspaper," I share the office with up to three people, sometimes two, sometimes one, sometimes it's just me. You can't hold back, gotta be yourself all the time. I snort, tell obnoxious jokes (never dirty or overly offensive), eat, expel all sorts of gas and they still show up to work every day. Be you.
Windows?! I'm so jealous ...
what an amazing space. i love how big the windows are. and the color of the walls! not bad!
I haven't had a real job in over a year. The only thing I miss about working for "the man" office mates.
I used to do really mean things to my office mates. I've filled their cubicles with styrofoam. Rubber Cemented all the objects on their desk down (coffe cups, pens, paper weights, paper clips). I've even gone as far as putting shavingcream bombs in their drawers (freezing a can of old fashioned shaving cream for a few days, puncturing a hole in the bottom while still frozen, then placing it in their desk drawer). Fun times... quite possibly the real reason I was fired, but who's counting.
Nice digs!! I'm jealous of the wonderful windows and all that space! Enjoy!!