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Aug. 11th, 2006 03:58 pmAfter two and a half years of having a freaking table as a desk in my office, I finally have a real desk. A real one! With drawers and everything! Not only that, but I also have a second work station behind me, to get me extra space for when I'm doing big projects like verifying physician credentials (which takes up more room than you could possibly imagine).
Due to all of this, I decided to have my new desk turned around and facing the window. It keeps my computer monitor from being visible from outside (which was very easy before), it helps me stop being disoriented from not seeing daylight all the time, and it even gives me room to have a chair in front of my desk like an actual professional. Hooray!
I even brought in my Salvador Dali wall clock and hung that up, because now I'm actually facing the wall it hangs on.
Yesterday morning, I had just gotten in and was just sitting down to check my voicemail when I spotted something small and brown trundling past my window. We have large floor to ceilings windows in this office building, which make me nervous on account of what am I going to do if zombies suddenly attack. I got up, peered out the half open blinds and saw some kind of woodchuck doing its woodchucky thing in front of my window. He paused for a moment, then continued on his way.
A woodchuck? What the hell has been going the past couple of years, when I've had my back to the window? This entire time, there could have been a motherfucking forest creature tea party going on and I would have been completely ignorant to the entire thing. This is most distressing, so now I spend most of my day looking out the window, in the vain hope that some cute and furry animal action will happen again.
The Engineer is heading over here in a few minutes, bringing me another painting to hang up. I've got one of his pieces already, but I moved it to another wall. So now, I have this big empty wall and the burning desire to have it filled with something other than Father June from my priest calender.
Oh, Father June. You may have almost no upper lip, but you still look like Joaquim Phoenix and that's good enough for me.
Due to all of this, I decided to have my new desk turned around and facing the window. It keeps my computer monitor from being visible from outside (which was very easy before), it helps me stop being disoriented from not seeing daylight all the time, and it even gives me room to have a chair in front of my desk like an actual professional. Hooray!
I even brought in my Salvador Dali wall clock and hung that up, because now I'm actually facing the wall it hangs on.
Yesterday morning, I had just gotten in and was just sitting down to check my voicemail when I spotted something small and brown trundling past my window. We have large floor to ceilings windows in this office building, which make me nervous on account of what am I going to do if zombies suddenly attack. I got up, peered out the half open blinds and saw some kind of woodchuck doing its woodchucky thing in front of my window. He paused for a moment, then continued on his way.
A woodchuck? What the hell has been going the past couple of years, when I've had my back to the window? This entire time, there could have been a motherfucking forest creature tea party going on and I would have been completely ignorant to the entire thing. This is most distressing, so now I spend most of my day looking out the window, in the vain hope that some cute and furry animal action will happen again.
The Engineer is heading over here in a few minutes, bringing me another painting to hang up. I've got one of his pieces already, but I moved it to another wall. So now, I have this big empty wall and the burning desire to have it filled with something other than Father June from my priest calender.
Oh, Father June. You may have almost no upper lip, but you still look like Joaquim Phoenix and that's good enough for me.