Ok, maybe a little of that Office.
Pam: I suggested we flip a coin, but Angela said she doesn't like to gamble. Of course by saying that, she was gambling that I wouldn't smack her.Anyway, I finally got my own office last week. It's so nice to have my own space to work in. I actually have a surface to draw on that does not involve creative and precarious placement of my computer keyboard. Now when I draw on my Wacom tablet, my left and right arms are at the same level instead of the left one resting somewhere between elbow and shoulder height and the right one sitting near my waist. I have an actual shelf to put my books on. I have a file cabinet for my files. I have my own bathroom. A window. A nameplate, even.
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Pam: Jim cannot speak until he buys me a coke. Those are the rules of Jinx, and they are unflinchingly rigid.
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Michael: 'Hug it out, bitch.' That is what men say to each other after a fight. They hug it out. In doing so, they just let it go and walk away and they're done. Not a good idea to say that to a woman, however, I've found. Doesn't translate.
Drawback: I only get to keep it for a month or so, until the department down the hall turns it into a sleep room. Gotta love working in a hospital.
Oh, and just in case that wasn't enough to keep my ego in check, here is my view:
2 comments:
how do you get any work done with all that sunshine and happiness coming through the windows? Don't feel too bad...I have an Amigos/King's Classic/Wenchell's Doughnuts outside my window. And a serial killer down my hallway...
Lovelove xx
um...update please? I'm trying to procrastinate here!
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